Choosing to love
Having love choose you
Perfectly imperfect
Always moving
Always changing
Always growing
Evolving or devolving
Handle with care
Even if not by choice
Even if not given in the way we anticipate
If not received in ways that we hoped
If not shared
If not multiplied
Handle with care
The divinity of love is really unmatched
There is nothing quite like it
We all want to feel it
We all want to be bathed in it
We all want
it
But when it comes and it is not in the form that we so desire
That we’ve prayed for
That we’ve wished for
That we have determined is the ideal
Then what?
What happens to that love?
What happens when we stop handling it with care?
What happens when we stop appreciating it, take it for granted?
When we decide that it is not enough?
When we make those decisions and not focus on what love is
what it is meant to be
what its true divinity is
then
We tear down
We tear up
destroy
Hurt those around us
Especially those who love us
in word and deed
Handle with care
Love
It is not for possession, to be possessed to be given as a possession
it is merely to be
It is to teach
It is to behold
It is to celebrate
It is all these things
It is none of these things
It is everything
To anyone who has ever wanted it
To anyone who has ever thought they had it
Anyone who has truly achieved this divinity
It is hurtful
It is painful
It does not have to be
But
That is what we make it
Because we cannot
Decide
We want to get high
we want to stay high
And for anyone who has ever dabbled in things that get you high
You know, those things, don’t keep you there
The same is true with love
Handle with care
If you are unable to handle it with care
Then surely, you shouldn’t handle it at all.
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