Love Begets Love

Love begets love—
this is the oldest truth
written not in books
but in the quiet behavior of stars,
in the way a seed breaks itself
just to become a tree.

I learned it first
from the trembling of my own heart,
how a single gentle thought
can echo like prayer
inside another soul.
Nothing is ever wasted
when given with sincerity;
even silence,
when offered with care,
returns as peace.

Love begets love—
not always immediately,
not always in the shape we expect.
Sometimes it returns as patience,
sometimes as forgiveness,
sometimes as a soft strength
that teaches us how to endure.

I have seen harsh words
build walls higher than mountains,
and tender ones
open doors without keys.
The heart knows no language
except intention;
it hears what we mean
even when our lips tremble.

When you give love,
do not ask for proof.
The river never demands
the ocean to remember its name.
Still, every drop
finds its way home.

Love moves invisibly,
like wind through wheat fields,
bending egos,
straightening broken hopes.
You may not see it working,
but one day you will notice
how bitterness has loosened its grip
and compassion sits quietly
where anger once ruled.

Love begets love—
this law is older than revenge,
stronger than fear.
Hate exhausts itself;
love multiplies.
It grows even in cracked hearts,
even in places
forgotten by joy.

Give love
when it is easy,
and especially when it is hard.
Give it to strangers,
to tired souls,
to those who do not yet know
how to return it.
Some lessons must be planted
before they can be understood.

I once thought love
was a transaction—
give and receive,
measure and weigh.
But love laughed gently
at my calculations
and taught me abundance.
The more I poured,
the fuller I became.