Tripping over Love in unexpected places
Sometimes it is not about falling in love or being in love, not about having a lover either but about looking around and recognising love when it is offered.A kind word or a smile may not feel like romance but they are love. People speaking out on your behalf is not the breathless rush of passion but a warm sweep of blanket wrapping you in the best of things, the caring touch of love from one being to another.
Last night I received a metaphorical slap in the face and was swamped with an outpouring of gentleness and caring that made my eyes prick with tears.
I am not a particularly talkative creature, I observe, I listen and weave what I have noticed into tapestries of words, the only way I know to let you see me down to the bone because whatever else I write about, there is always a sliver of my soul wrapped in the words I play with.
I do not know you, may never meet you face to face, but in my way I love you and I tell you so.
Thank you to my fellow beings at CS.
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I love you too in my own way sweet poet, and thank you for the developmental posting encouraging us all to seek the beauty of the world.
Mark