The thing with a love so lovely is that it gives and gives
That it refuses to take is so beautifully endearing
Such love is purging and ever so sanct
It makes you rather than breaks you
It releases you rather than freezes you
It is wide and deep and calm like the ocean
Not like the rapidly flowing river
Poor thing never gets to dry her hair
The love makes you alive
It lets you breathe
It never seeks approval, forgiveness or reassurance
And it opens your soul
It sharpens your mind
It is bright like light
And it is warm. Like a freshly baked cookie.
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Love Cookies
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