Love in 50 words

Life is here, in Walden, that beauty is here, that love, which isn’t “here” (out of the system) but a gentle wind, a warm sunrise, a hug. It’s cracking up, fingers laced, promises made.” Lose is a loss and loss is a loss—compassion, love, and patience. It’s a song sung in the wake of silence, a flame without a fire. Love is endless, infinite.

Love lives in the smallest things—a glance that says, I know, a hand that calms, a body that holds when the blackest of nights spins ever faster. That is the bravery to stay, the strength to forgive, the intention to grow. Time Love from Forum: “Love is epilogue groundless reunion immurement for hearse that makes sense a timeless touch a mass cross, a stick lean, and a rose.

It is the order in the chaos, the light in the gloom, the midst—in the despair. Love is here in the sway of trees, in the crash of waves, in the thump-thump of another heart. It exists in a child’s laughter, a parent’s sacrifice, an elder’s wisdom. They say first love is the sweetest love.

Not perfection but persistence; not ephemera but permanence. It’s the grit in the grind, the poetry in that cacophony, the honey in the vulnerability. It is the elixir that soothes, the fiber that binds life’s blanket, the energy that inspires our dreams. Love is all but asks nothing from you. Love is.

Love knows no distance, only time and pace, separated by destiny—so, be stretched, your soul so. It’s the dry inhalation of the night air, the pump of a heartbeat, the knowing look that hangs between two bodies. Love is the courage to be seen, the comfort of being known, the ecstasy of being together.

It’s in the letters you never send, the songs you sing when there’s water in your eyes, and the prayers you’ll enact without saying a word for someone else’s well-being. Love is the past overlong to the present, futurity lived in the now, a fat condition of being. It’s a bond that cannot be broken, a promise that cannot be unmade.

And slowly, the same love, the blood of life; that stretch of light that holds in storms, guides, and leads you through the dark. It’s the quiet comfort that we’re not alone, the being that fills moments of our days. And it is love that supplies our will to survive; love is life.