what i know of love

what i know of love

only that it breathes

it is blue

it forgets

it remembers

it pleads

it forgives

it feels shame and regret

is never careful

speaks all languages

never sleeps

is visible and hiding

has a hunger all its own

Comment (1)

  1. Richard O'Brien

    Yet, we must try to be careful with it, for it is our greatest hope for realizing our humanity.

    My hand to yours.

    And, yes, love.

    Richard

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