Love, I can not see you, but I know you are there. Somewhere, someday I will find you. I have heard things about you, the way you surprise people when they are least expecting it, or jump at them when they want it most. You are happy. You are cheerful. And you overwhelm people with joy. However, you have your days when you can be down. Oh love, how I wish to feel your warmth and wrath that others have felt. Love whispers to me “wait...just wait,” but nothing seems to come.
She is a deep purple. Sometimes if you look at her, she seems warm and welcoming. Other times she looks so dark that it is threatening. She either takes you by the hand or she leaves you in the dark. She is fleeting to the point of frustration.
She is like the first snow. She can be a blanket of white; she can be the crisp air that fills your nose when you first step outside. She can be white and wondrous and clear, but she can also be dark; she can be the stark wind that burns your cheeks and the ice under your feet.
Love grabs two individual’s hands and connects them together in unimaginable ways. She is like glue, holding two things together. But sometimes the glue dries out, and she breaks free. She fades as if she was merely a burst of wind. She comes and goes, and people wonder why she ever came in the first place. However, something in their minds tells them that she will come around again...another day. She is the bond, that connects all people. It is indescribable what she can do. She pulls people together, and unfortunately she can also push them apart. Some cannot realize she is there until she opens their eyes. She may have been there the whole time. Only she would know. She expresses herself through us. She is in everything we say and everything we do. She is with us every step we take, with every skinned knee, and every...