Love has no teeth
Speed, size, and charisma
Are all subordinate to it.
Love is secretive – so even when fully open –
You’ll never be able to guess its timing.
Love has its own weather –
And its own meteorologists.
Love doesn’t calculate
Or attempt to gain control.
Love is immortal because, once in existence, it can’t be lost,
Eternal, because its light will never go out.
Love knows everything without thinking about it –
And is the reverse of self-importance.
Love is a letter sent to oneself
With no return address.
Talk about turning a phrase! Love is a letter mailed to yourself! Great….