Verily I must stand atop a hillock and profess that which I know to be true
For my voice must be heard from the muddied river banks to the rolling hills
Across the land to the great mountain ranges and the never-ending forests
Gather all ye folk and I shall speak of things both beautiful and mysterious
For today the world gives notice that love doth swirl about in the frigid air
The arrows of Cupid have taken flight with pathways or persons unknown
Some wait, their hearts beating with the anticipation of the future unfolding
Eyes watching; searching with a focused abandoned through the human ranks
Where art thou? Will thou come forth and extend a hand? Why are you waiting?
And yet time continues without pause or even a momentary lapse of possibility
Waiting on love gives no direction, no instruction, nor any sense of expectation
Love has no master, you see; love is a living, breathing, amazing form of energy
Swirling around your soul like a mixture of magical dust, sparkles, and confetti
Wrapping heart’s in a warmth without compare and a feeling beyond imagination
It cannot be found on the tip of an arrow, nor in a banquet hall or crowded room
No soul can take love under control; and yet so many of strong disposition try
Gloriously misunderstood and fabulously messy and without constant form
Logic holds no answers, nor do the ways of the soothsayer or the prophet
True understanding cannot be recorded by the stylus of a great scribe
Nor through the perpetually flowing words of great orators or legendary poets
Love is sometime messy, but divine; complicated, but simplistic in its ways
It gives, it takes, and it moves and remakes; love heals, soothes, and eases pain
Love matters when nothing else matters, for without love, we are but machines
Do no forsake those who profess their emotions or wear them loudly on a sleeve
Lovers are the peacemakers, the healers; the ones who see far beyond the noise
Listen good people, for you know these words carry the seal of both fact and truth
And what of beauty you say? ‘Tis such a thing only found in a beholding eye?
Indeed, I do proclaim! Give no standardized list on the tenants of things beautiful
For each eye holds that opinion in ways so different and foreign to one another
Sight; from deep in the mind’s eye give awareness; but all call it beautiful
Look high and look low, I bid you look beyond the world around and deep inside
Far into the depths of your soul, beyond the realm of things material or solid
There you will see an eternal flame; a fire which burns brighter than the sun itself
Keep that vision in your focus and let it connect with your aura and feed your world
Let love bloom like the colorful flowers and greenery of a springtime garden
Do not take blade, spade, or implement within; for strength comes from the wildness
Nor shall a bloom be plucked from any stem among the scattered color banks
Perfection has no need for alteration, just as the night stars require no organization
That is your inner beauty; each soul has something unique and wonderful to share
Each heart beats with a magical melodious sound that carries love like a whisper
Let your inner self be released and the world shall see and feel and hear you
All will listen, but only one shall truly see the tiniest details of your inner garden
Only one shall nurture its growth, enrich the soils, and prune any chance of weeds
Two souls coming together to share in the magic of planting things together
Singular growth becomes mutual growth; flowers bloom and seeds are produced
New life emerges from the empty spaces and the world is filled with the scent of roses
Love knows no boundaries, love has no limitations or barriers, love is energy
Love makes life worth living, and I’m grateful to have such a great love in my life
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