I totally understand this feeling, the feeling of being in love with your thoughts on love. To think about what if must feel like to be that person, that one person that loves you for you, its easy to fall in love with that notion, that idea.
I've done it many times, thinking your in love and are not, or maybe we are? For who knows the paths of the heart but those who live within them? And since none of us but the Gods or creators live there, we will never know truly what lay within them, but only guess and assume.
So who are our neighbors to say we know not of love? That we are young and naiive?
The purest of love is that which is blissful and happy, not dark and brooding.
Continue to love the idea of love, and you will always have love with you, for without love we would be a sad sad and sorrowful world.
Peace
I like the kind and gentle emotion in this poem. Your words are true. Love is holding hands and kisses on the forehead. Thank you for the beautiful poem of love.
Coyote
I totally understand this feeling, the feeling of being in love with your thoughts on love. To think about what if must feel like to be that person, that one person that loves you for you, its easy to fall in love with that notion, that idea.
I've done it many times, thinking your in love and are not, or maybe we are? For who knows the paths of the heart but those who live within them? And since none of us but the Gods or creators live there, we will never know truly what lay within them, but only guess and assume.
So who are our neighbors to say we know not of love? That we are young and naiive?
The purest of love is that which is blissful and happy, not dark and brooding.
Continue to love the idea of love, and you will always have love with you, for without love we would be a sad sad and sorrowful world.
Peace