It wears a thousand names—
Yet for me, love is not just a word,
But a sacred preference, a Presence,
That stretches the edges of my being.
Love is the moment you melt into oneness,
When your soul finds its way back home,
And a piece of you—so long lost—
Finally merges with another.
It is an unfolding,
A gentle expansion of heart,
Of soul, of silent spaces within,
Where peace begins to bloom
And the ache of emptiness dissolves.
Love does not bind,
It liberates—
Filling the gaps,
Making you whole again.
It is the soft answer
To every longing you never spoke aloud.