When I am at a writers block, I resort to love.
I write about love, because despite what society claims – it is much more than a drug.
I think that love is the source, nothing more pure or powerful.
Love is a philosophy.
I can write about it and never become bored or tired.
Although I lack creative force, I can write about this topic and have boundless discussion.
Love – why are you so beautiful?
You are too strong.
Whenever I feel a scent of you…
I shut off my rational part of my brain, and I become lost in something so powerful.
We all know it, we all have seen it, and we even have all felt it.
To a high degree, and to a low degree.
But love is always there, waiting, stalling to be inhaled like air.
Love is a metaphor for God.
Love is the ultimate mystery and key.
Love is simplistic, simplistically complex.
Love helped me to break walls, and move mountains.
I am forever grateful.
I am forever and honestly blessed for any love I received from a human being.
Further, I am supremely happy to see love in seasons.
In all degrees, love is still potently equal.
The same love felt from a naive child, is just as powerful as the love given to a flower needing care.
Love, you make my heart rumble.
You make my soul shake.
You clear my mind, when I am struggling to stay awake.
You enliven me, and potently energize my flow.
I hope that you keep your promise, to appear when I am broken, to always help me to grow.
