Of what I know of love......

I know what love isn't.

It's pure and true.

It's not always pleasant.

it's living and dying right here in the present.

No matter the struggles it's always well meant.

It's warm, welcoming and heaven sent.

It's loyal, unending devotion so real.

So hard to describe in words how it feels.

It's a feeling inside of my being and essence.

It's honor, respect it's truth and it's reverence.

It's passion so pure it springs forth like a fountain.

It's a love so powerful it can move a whole mountain.

I asked God for love and it paid me a visit.

And what I know of love, I know what love isn't.

© Figuro