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
February 14, 2016Reflections
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