Love is…..
Everything and nothing
Poetry and Prose
The music of the heart
The diction of the soul
A soft place to rest
A hard place to reach
Light that guides our actions
Darkness with no relief
The Questions left unanswered
The Answers to all we ask
A bottomless well to drink from
A nearly empty flask
Strong enough to stand
Weak enough to fall
Love is…
The stillest calm
and fiercest storm
The darkest night
and the brightest morn.
It is as we travel
In search of our purpose
Journey, destination
Anchor Compass
A stormy unrest of soul
A calm peace of mind
Cruel when ruled by fear
Caring when it’s kind
A gift when given freely
An obligation by demand
A dream of hope when thriving
A nightmare in its end
A banquet feast fit for a king
A meager bowl soup
A Church of many believers
A house of ill repute
Love Gives
and takes
It makes whole
it breaks
Knows all,
is all,
begins and
ends all
Running Naked With Scissors 
Clicked like 9 times, but it only took one.
This is a beautiful expansion of the one your wrote the other day.
Really.
Thank you.
love this… no pun intended
THanks 🙂 and love that …
you are welcome. The original was….a heart dump, an unguarded moment. I didn’t even edit it after I wrote it – cause I don’t edit much ya know. It’s been on my mind.
Thank you and I am glad you liked it.. 9 times. that’s coolness 🙂
I think you’ve covered all the bases 😀
I thought of a couple more but I think I’ll just leave it like it is..thanks for asking what I think love is 🙂
This was beautiful.
😳 thanks
Wow! Lizzie! So good!
“A dream of hope when thriving” “a nightmare at its end” I love that line. — love that!
I’m all happy and stuff. 🙂 I’m glad you liked it.
Stunning, I love it.
thank you 🙂
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It really is diction of the soul. You did a fab job with this one, Lizzie. Needs five <3<3<3<3<3
Much love, sweets.
Red.
xxx
it started as a comment on a friends blog asking what we thought love is… somewhere in the middle is the original that I just typed and went oh its a poem..
thanks for reading it .., that is a great compliment and I m kinda all proud and puffed up here for a minute 🙂