Love is not a pale shadow...

Love is not a pale shadow thing

But a full-throated scream.


Love is ancient

and untamed.


Love is patient

and clear-eyed.


Love sees beauty

and rejoices.


Love is not sentiment

but suffering for and suffering with.


Love is fierce

enough to hope.


Love is generous 

enough for gratitude.


Love is kind enough 

to hate the harm that comes to others.


Love unexpectedly 

endures.



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