Love is an egg,
Fertilized by a smile,
A meeting,
And a conversation.
It hatches with a hug,
Continues to grow and develop,
Through mutual attention,
Patience,
And care.
It spreads its wings and soars,
Carrying both over great distances,
Of maturity and growth,
Far beyond their individual reach.
Love is a tree,
Sprouts from a seed,
Planted together with care,
Dedication,
And hope.
It is feeble at first,
Susceptible to the elements,
Cross winds,
And inadequate locations.
But soon its roots strike deeper,
Grow and spread,
Its trunk thickens,
The canopy grows wider and taller,
Providing shelter and shade,
From rainstorms and hail,
Offering a clear distant view from its top,
Over the forest.
Love is a strength,
Mightier than envy, anger, and hate.
It is armor protecting from threats,
Of all natures,
Physical, mental, and spiritual.
It takes little to spark,
Yet provides endless powers,
For all who share it,
To find comfort and forte,
Console and care,
Inner light and inspiration,
Deep inside the soul.
Love is an opportunity,
To engage,
To trust,
To intimately know.
It diverges from person to person,
But has no limits in reach.
It is made of large, positive numbers,
Always adds, never subtracts.
It is ultimate food,
In abundance for all,
Both the nourished and hungry,
For the body and soul.
It sustains via touch,
And by distant connections,
Through one’s voice and their scribe,
To those in the relations.
Love today, love here, now,
In the moment and always,
In the heat of the night,
And in darkness of day.
Give it all that you can,
Be true, giving, and sharing,
It will raise you to heights,
Paramount to a human being.
.הַבּוֹקֶר הֶחְלַטְתִּי לְהִתְקַשֵּׁר לְאַבָּא שֶׁלִּי
A thought about a friend,
How do you think we would act,
,בִּצְעִירוּתִי
First name, last name,
A thin smile
The big city celebrates its beauty with colorful neon light,
,בַּזְּמַן הַזֶּה רוֹדְפוֹת אוֹתִי תְּחוּשׁוֹת קָשׁוֹת
מִלְחָמוֹת טוֹבוֹת פּוֹרְצוֹת בַּקַּיִץ