By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Love is bound by our understanding of it,
our interpretation of an ideal that by nature is without limit,
and given meaning only by our capacity to express it.
When we say we love someone,
the meaning is as diverse as our ability to experience,
our facility to surrender to the selflessness of giving.
Love in its perfect state is the practice
of placing someone else before ourselves,
sacrificing our needs and will for another.
In this sacrifice we carry a responsibility,
in preservation, in adoration and care,
following with open heart a life shared in intimate ways.
How frivolous our bantering of this ideal,
as a weapon, as a motivation and as a manipulation,
to find solace within our own needs.
This then becomes anything but love,
because love is never about the self,
beyond sharing life and the actions of concern.
In its most basic form love is an expression of appreciation,
an acknowledgement of the beauty and simplicity of life,
expressed through an accepting and open heart.
Our capacity to love comes from a serene and considered view of life,
its opportunities and the emotions with which we express thoughts.
Love can only ever be selfless,
driven by a potential innate within us,
and inspired by the will to share the miraculous experience of life.
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