Love is many things to many people. It takes many forms. I love peanut butter, but I will not die for it. I love walking but ride a bicycle and drive more. I love my dogs, I might die for them, and definitely walk with them. Romantic love is a whole different story! When we are in love it takes over our world, then as it matures it becomes our world. To find love you have to kiss a few frogs unfortunately, but even those experiences are good for us because it prepares us for when love comes to town. Look for it, find it, love it! Love makes life worth living. It inspires, it hurts, it is beautiful! It is life!

Love

What is love but a fire
It gives light and heat by which to admire
the souls of those it is about to consume

First it takes away your breath
Then your mind, your reason, your will
Then follows death

For the lucky ones something new is born
Rising from the ashes of your former selves
a single being with beauty adorn 

Those less fortunate left scorched and burned
Seeking to heal, gathering with the other spurned
around this everlasting fire of love

Eagerly waiting for another turn