There’s No End Date On Love
A poem about the infinity that love inhabits.
The love of you will stay as tangible
as the steps that I take to walk the
path that is difficult, true, and
with thorns.
So much of the past is carried into
the future that unknowns are
illuminated by everything that
we’ve known thus far.
Life doesn’t wait.
The heart waits, generously imparts
wisdom, love, and acceptance as
it sees fit.
Beauty finds a home in the heart.
Home is not a place or a destination.
It’s the
warmth of love’s nest that awaits
those who travel the paths with
courage and passion.
It’s carried
within and treasured like a gift.
Generously, the heart says with
unabashed optimism that journeys
are simply that, a step taken before
a foot lands on another, then another,
catching up to the rhythm of the
music of a home built to last.
Love is the air that pervades this home
into the infinity where giggles, dances,
delights, and sorrows paint color on its walls.
