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This Thing Called Love
 
Text Box: pain, we settle. We settle for the illusion of love, a slight of hand that leaves us wondering when and how did we reach this place; a place where you no longer know who we are. Then there is salvation. Salvation comes to us in many forms. It’s never an obvious gesture or something grand. Love comes quietly like the end of summer turning into spring; it sneaks up on us before you can even protest to the changes you hadn’t even noticed. Slowly loneliness has receded into the night, and love now takes you through the day. And now here we are, living the life that’s been reserved for us.
Text Box: I want love to reclaim my heart as it once did so long ago. To cradle me in its bosom like a mother feeding its new born baby, life. When this thing called love finds its way to my heart again, surely it must; I will welcome it home like a long lost friend I haven’t seen in many a years. A festive occasion it will be, my happiness will be unbridled and matched only by my lover who owns my heart. She will know that by her mere presence everything is now different, the world is new again. She will know that love did not lead her astray again, and that her heart has found a place to call home. The breath that’s been caught in her throat for so many years now can finally be let go; free Text Box: to exhale and breathe into another heart. I am here and forever will my love be her safe place to fall. When you have seen, felt and been devoured in the throes of an all-encompassing love nothing else will suffice as you try to find it again. The view from the mountaintop is spectacular, and is one that everyone in this life should be blessed with at least once in their lifetime to gaze upon. It is the reason why we’re here to share in the fellowship that is love and to bask in its warmth. Once you’ve felt that touch, a touch unlike any other that whispers secrets into your soul, that voice stays with you for the rest of your life. A kinship has been born. Text Box: So I tell you this for I know it to be true. There is no greater emptiness than loneliness. It is far more sinister than a broken heart. Broken hearts heal and even in times of unbearable pain you can summon a memory of when love brought you unspeakable joy. Loneliness sabotages your thoughts, and fills your mind with delusions of what your heart desires, but has been unable to attain. It whispers evil into your soul that you are more deserving of love than your sister or brother. No one is equally more deserving or less deserving. Love finds us when we are willing and able to keep it safe. Loneliness causes a cavity that can’t be filled, and to escape it