Love has existed before there was a world to call home. Love is what keeps my heart hot with passion and desire. My heart is a wild animal my ribs its cage my emotions are the guards that protect this haunted maze.
If my love for you was money I would be the richest woman in the world. But could you say the same. If my heart was a puppet then you would be the puppet master giving a show for all to see. And in all of this love that I give I ask do you give the same to me.
Are you too bent to bear the burden of love across you broad shoulders and carry them for miles and days without end as I do? I love you are the sweetest words to say but when those words lose meaning and actions speak differently, is that very love the same? Is I love you a code for something sinister at heart something so cold and hard the God would turn from it.
I meaning that broken soul looking to feel whole again LOVE meaning that expression that comes from actions and action not saying and never relaying. And YOU that one person with more power than a mere man should be able to have over another soul but yet you and you alone hold the power to break her down like a fraction leaving only fragments equaling up to less then point one.
Have you ever thought about everything that makes you stronger then most and that one thing that makes you as fragile as a paper crane. Or are your eyes still closed to the wonders working around you and your back to broken to bear the burden of love. I'll carry the burden of my love and yours because actions and action are what matter when I love you and words mean nothing without action and reaction to reassure that lone white Raven the there is another as pure white as he and that she will love him even when he has no capacity to love her in the same way. Because actions action and reaction are the true showers of what love was is could be and will be.
I love you.
