LOVE

Love, is a personality.

It’s a word greatly admired and squashed; admired for the satisfaction that comes with it and squashed for the pain it attracts.

Is LOVE pain or gain? The question looms in the minds of many like a pigment of grey…stories have filtered in, experience has written its path and an attempt to merge stories with experience creates a chaos mixture…the question shouts out louder_ IS LOVE PAIN OR GAIN?

I dare to say she’s a mixture of both; LOVE is pain and gain.

Man lives and dies but while he lives, he’s not spared from life’s pressures and challenges.

Love lives too and faces the pressure that accompanies existence.

To call LOVE an emotion is to limit her expressions to the control of man,

To call LOVE inanimate is to deny her flexibility and ability to withstand life’s pleasures,

To call LOVE just a word is to say she’s caged within letters,

To say LOVE does not exist is to deny your existence.

You are love’s product or maybe not, but love had established the strategy that controlled birth process.

Love grows

Love moves,

Love breathes,

Love reproduces herself,

Love weeps,

Love gets pained,

…nothing changes her resolve.

She lives strong, an unrepentant warrior, a fearless soldier; she kisses the pain, embraces the fire and emerges still her _-Love.

Then, when I thought love had it all figured out, I was wrong. Love needs not figure out, she is the process. You can try figuring her out but she ain’t got your time, your pace is way too slow for her…you cannot comprehend her makeup.

LOVE, what are you made of?

LOVE: I am who I say I am

        I am a mystery

     I am GOD

GOD IS LOVE

By Ilozavbie, Praise

28th June 2021