Love is not something defined by writ and rule. It has no location or place it should be. It has no exception or discriminate value and cannot be given back nor taken away. It has waned but never ceases...love is. Some people think love is something that is provided FOR them and given TO them as if they are entitled alone and unto themselves. It is a sad world when one cannot love another and protect them without accusation or expectation...Love never puts out more than it can handle or takes away from itself. It doesn't see race or money and isn't a begetter of either. Love is not what people are or do. Love is never with boundaries or limits, and an act of love is at the discretion of the person performing the act to the unselfishness of themselves and benefits solely the admired. It is true you can look for love and you can stumble upon it and even look for it in the wrong place and come up short, but if it is real love it will still be there long after the desire and the lust wanes and will still be there long after the first fistful of earth has been thrown down on the pine box.
I won't go to discuss the merit of love or its worthiness. It won't suffice it enough to say that it cannot exist in places of darkness and perpetual hatred. For even the love of hatred is pure and unchallenged. The only constant being that it is true love to which one cannot live without. I cannot live without my love for science and the arts. It is pure and even noble as I explore it until the end of my mortal days. I don't force my love onto another and only delve into it totally when alone with it. Otherwise it is there, always, lingering and patiently waiting for my attention. I have loved what others would call "too many" men and women. I still love each and every one of them even if the fleeting moments of lust have passed by. Sometimes I feel like I have spread myself thin but I haven't waned, my love hasn't waned. I am asked for proof of love continually and I give none. My love needs no proof as it is pure and there are no proofs that will hold its glory. Each and everyone of you are loved. Many doubt it and some of those will succumb to the ills of their mind and die unjustly still loved but then missed. I will make no apologies for love as it needs none and I will accept no apologies for love for I know what love is. Its okay if you think you don't love me or that you cannot love me. I know that you really never did and feel content with the time we knew of each other. There was enough in you for me to love you and I don't need a return on my condition to warrant it. I will still love you when you are gone as some will still love and do still love me now that I am.
Give love and freely and spread it like the disease it is intended to be. It is the penultimate DISease in that no other state of thought leaves us as uneasy and insecure and wanting as love. Grab it wherever you can and hold tight and don't let go. When it can no longer bear the burden of your adoration continue to love it when it leaves and be content for the time well spent the the good uneasiness it granted you. Then spread love around and enjoy as it comes in like the tide from the rising and setting of the moon. Love yourself and above all else. Never love yourself so blindly that you would trounce on another's love. Let other's love as they will. Even let them love you as I have done. Go with love...~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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