You Are the Rose of Love and You Are Real

I felt to repost this tonight given it is Valentine’s Day. I may not receive roses, but I can give them through my words.

You are love and you are real.

ONLY LOVE IS REAL

Love is not a word,
Agape is not a gap,
Love is not an answer,
Nor is it a question,
For it is unquestioned
When it is known,
Yet it always leaves a mark.

It lives in all subtle relationships,
It flowers in the summer sun,
And rains in droplets of chariots,
Crystal tears of gratitude,
Energy in motion,
For this is the e-motion
Of Gaia.

Love is an expanse
That has no horizon,
For Orion is light years away,
Yet the light twinkles as if
a memory of the universe is winking,
Reminding us of our mortality,
Yet love is immortal,
It is a portal to greater truth.

I have been gifted
for it is this shiny diamond that I carry,
The shine comes from within,
For no matter the exterior,
No matter how coarse or hard,
The diamond glitters for each is a star,
In the horizon of my dreams,
Reminding me of vitality,
Optimism is the precipice of hope,
For always it is living in my vision,
As I close my eyes in stormy weather,
I can still see the halo,
Over the crest of the rainbow,
Which is always a symbol
For new beginnings are seeking me.

For the gold is in the alchemy,
Transformation is in philosophy,
For one cannot buy happiness,
And there are no walls in truth,
For no-one is ever excluded,
Only love is denied natural expression.

This is the greatest desert,
The mirage of lovers come and go,
Yet love is the angel that never leaves,
Love endures all things,
Love forgives everything,
Love loses,
Let’s go,
Compromises,
Lives simply,
So another can simply live.

For there is no greater wealth,
Or feeling of satisfaction,
That fulfils the aching heart,
Then the eyes of love,
That sees no evil,
Speaks no evil,
Hears not evil,
For the mirror image of evil … live
in the eyes of innocence,
Yet when one looks to see,
Into this reflection,
Love is looking back,
For in your eyes I see myself,
And in my eyes I see you,
For when I love myself,
I love you,
And when you love yourself,
You love me,
As I looked up into your eyes,
Nothing existed,
Only love is real.

There is no rock to carve your name,
There is no life line to pull me in,
For the sea is an ocean of possibility,
And I am not drowning I am free,
For love is never in doubt,
There is never a drought,
Love is infinite gratitude,
It is wild and free,
For unconditional love,
Needs nothing,
It only gives,
Sustain-ability.

Imagine a world built on this foundation,
This is the philosopher’s stone
from which I carve,
‘I think therefore I am’ is stone,
‘I feel therefore I see’ is wind,
One never moves,
Emotion is the ocean of perpetual motion.

Therefore: the wise ones ask…
The stone age or wind power?