Love is old and young and wise and frightful, and knowing.
You can not claim to understand it completely for it is to vast to be contemplated. People assume it to be a wild thing but love truly is not wild.
The wildness you see is the passion, sometimes an instrument of love or more often lust, but it is not love. Love is a filling thing, making what was empty and hallow into a cup overflowing.
It is in you....though you may not know it. You may not know how it slumbers deep inside your heart waiting for something to awaken it.
A smile from your first born.
A hug from a stranger on your darkest day.
A kind word from an honest friend.
Look in the mirror and like what you see there. Not in vanity, but in the honesty of knowing yourself... of who you are and simply loving it.
Love on someone as much as you can, but not with words alone. Even words of love and care are pale shadows of good intentions. They are passing things that can fall on deaf ears.
Show love instead with your deeds...with every step you take, every hug you give, e every fist to a jaw you throw.
The shadow of a sword can not touch you. So words without action can mean less than what it should.
If words are truly all you can offer, then let them be in earnest with your mind, heart, body, and spirit.
Let the truth of what you need to convey bleed from every word you say.
I want to see red dripping from your lips when you say "I'll be there for you". I want to see you coughing up scarlet when you tell me " I love you".
I want to see crimson stained teeth when you smile at me and say "I'm not lying."
There is so much more to say about it, so
much more. But in this moment, this very second, I think I've said enough.