love

Love is a many petalled flower.

It breathes new life into older stems.

It grows bridges across rivers

and leads us into other rivers to splash, play, immerse.

Love is ferocious.

It is bigger than the two of us.

It soothes balm into old wounds, heals them.

Reveals pearly pink new skin, vulnerable, ready for love.

Love grows.

It makes me all that I am.

It is the tree which holds me, grows me closer to the clouds, the stars, the sky.

It is the sum of us, the equation, the intangible maths and science of us.

Love amazes.

When we grow into what we first saw in each other.

When we become.

And we do so, together.

Yes, love is all around.