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Love’s many twists, turns, avenues, and lanes

IMG_7556Love

Love of Family

Love of Friends

Love of a Spouse

Love of a Partner

Love of a Child

Love of our Pets

Love of Animals

Love of Earth

Love of Nature

Love of Religion

Love of Country

Love of a Thought

Love of an Ideal

Love of Power

Love of Success

Love of the Arts

Love of the Adventure

Love of Home

Love of Life

Love of Death

Love of the Unknown

Love of ___________

A simple word yet a word that yields such power when spoken, when written, more when felt. Crazy how four normal letters when placed together can generate the heat they do in people, in actions, in ideas, in movements, in animals, in life’s everyday and grandiose events. Love can move mountains and crumble dynasties. It is taken for granted. It is forgotten. It is abused and neglected. It is cherished and nurtured. It is old and new. It is young and experienced. It is worked for. It is wished for. It soothes and cradles. It is misunderstood. It is studied and dissected. It is talked about openly and whispered behind closed doors. It is coveted and twisted. It is a rush and a high of delight. It is a crushing blow of pain. It is at the root of everything and what we do with it nourishes or strangles the life of all that it touches. Love’s power with the many twists, turns, avenues, and lanes is an amazing and beautiful gift. Such a gift should be yielded with care and with the whole heart making life a much more beautiful and amazing place to be. How do you perceive love…. How do you give and receive love…. How do you show love? Such a powerful word with such a way all it’s own………………………..H

The Ending

My head aches, my heart hurts, there’s a pain in my center like a brutally cold frozen winter.

You’re hit or miss, up and down, am I friend or foe, will you stay or will you go.

So hard to read, so closed at times, I doubt my sanity while following blind.

Patting the puppy expect to be bitten, especially given how thinly your disdain and ridicule are hidden.

Not the country bumpkin seen at first glance, there’s a strong bullshit meter built in with a temper to match.

My wall has been hit, my line crossed, no more dances left in the game it seems I’ve lost.

Respect gone if ever there, amazing to me how cold one can be and still say they care.

It’s a two way street of give and take, now sideways made one way and totally, completely, heartbreakingly fake.

Open and honest, supportive and kind only to watch you toss it away leaving it behind.

You asked so much, giving nothing in return, leaving it all to crumble and our bridge to burn.

Patting this puppy and you got bitten, for I see it all now, your disdain and ridicule were never truly hidden.

I let you go, set you free to find, your happiness the likes I can’t provide.

I wish you well, I do you see, for even with the saddest of hearts and a sea of tears cruelty is just simply not a part of what makes me, ME………………………H