If Love was a person
I think she would be
perturbed at all the crazy stuff people do in her name.
I mean, like, death and stuff
All the fits of anger and
Letters filled with poison
I think Love would say, no, that was never me
I don’t poison, I don’t hate, I don’t retaliate
I am only what I am.
I think Love would want to say, if you want me you have to give me
If you need me you have to cease needing me.
If you feel me, you will understand me
You will only receive me when someone truly gives me to you
But you can give me freely, whenever you want to.
Don’t try to covet or own me, but only ever give, and I will come
flooding into your life like the morning sun
Falling into your life like spring rains
I will be the foundation of your life like the earth
If you do not break me first.