WHat Is True Love?

Often I've pondered the nature of love in it's raw form.

Does a diamond not still sparkle when left undisturbed?

Is it universally personal or personally universal?

Why does one love that which is unknown?


Is it we who choose love or is it in fact love that does the choosing?

Ponder it, analyze it, philosophize it's intricacies, yet it still is enigma.


Empowering, maddening, grounding, comforting, it is all these things and more.

Are we in fact beings of pure love or is it love that we are created thoughts of?

Is love so obvious that we perceive the shallow pool as the depths of the ocean?


I've known the summit of high bliss and the pits of ashen despair.

Tread as you wish upon the path of love.


Uncertainly no one could speak with certainty of love's true nature.

Perceive as we may the abyss as it stares straight into our souls.

Does the pebble not ripple upon the water?


Pondering these words, thoughts and feelings we still possess libraries of limitless  non-understanding.

Does it not feel like the blanket keeping you warm or the rain soaking through your coat making you cold?

What does love mean when your heart has lost it's emotional grasp on it?

When the eyes of your heart see it again, does it not leap for joy?



We may never truly understand through conscious thought, yet through the universal heart that beats within us all.