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True Love

People say that True Love
(Always spoken with capital letters, like that...
Like it's a proper noun... it's not)
Is finding the one person on earth
With whom you can spend
The rest of eternity

And while I like that
(It's terribly romantic
And I am terribly romantic, myself...)
I think it's missing the point

True love is being free
True love is allowing yourself to love
Freely and without reservation
True love has more to do with you
Yourself
Than it does with anyone else

True love
The truest, purest kind of love
Is that which comes from within
From that secret, sacred well spring
Of hopes and desires
From that place that is uniquely YOU
And reaches with gossamer tendrils
Shimmering, golden, and pure
To touch another

And then - miracle of miracles!
Your golden thread touches
The thread of another
And your threads resonate and rebound and
Pulsate with joy and peace and awe
At knowing
Truly, really knowing
Another person

Comments

Tara said…
Delightful, lovely. I like the sweet, hopeful tone. ;)
July 1, 2012 at 6:30 PM
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