bones.

What is love?

I can’t put it to words.

But my pen on the paper knows.

It can’t help but write of love.

Can you feel love?

These bones of mine are stiff.

But I know these bones were made to love.

When love comes, my bones will know.

They’ll crackle and tighten.

But wait. Deep sigh. Exhale.

Love brings rest.

Can you learn love?

I’ve read all about it.

My mind is full of Jane Austen, Shakespeare and Rumi.

When love comes, my mind will race.

It’ll imagine and muse and wonder.

But wait. Deep sigh. Exhale.

Love brings simplicity.

What is love?
Rest. Simplicity.

Sounds like His love.