Love is not a number or word,
but it is a call to be heard.
A whisper from the silence,
a kiss on the cheek,
a gentle touch,
a cosmic fluid,
energy in motion.
Love is the magic which we buried.
It's the fire,
never-tiring.
The spark, waiting to be breathed upon,
fanned into a furnace.
Love is beyond image and sound,
yet it uses these things,
to remind us, to coax us,
to mould us, to transform us
into lovers, creators,
agents of the divine.
Shining threads
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