It isn’t anything personal
Or even able to be possessed
It isn’t something that’s yours or mine
Anymore than the air we breathe is
We need it constantly
But it can only be shared and released
Never hoarded
We can never take it away or shut it down
Even if we pretend we can
Our hearts might break but it never will
It abides
And flows ceaselessly like a great river
That sometimes we’re lucky enough to swim in
Or drink from
And the best we can hope for
Is that through each other we find a door
To enter into this state called love
David Trudel © 2013
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