Love is like fog, or humidity, or water in general
It is all around, surrounding us with constant fluid energy,
Some days you walk outside and can feel it on your skin
and can can see it in the air, cradling everyone with inseparable synergy
It courses through our veins with a feeling akin -
to a rivers rush or honey in a hive of bees
Other mornings you arise to bright blue skies
And the edge of the lake is deprived of water as it dries
Yet at no point does this make you think that water doesn’t exist
Or in a week or two mushrooms won’t be shrouded in dawn’s mist
In the same way that glacier streams trickle down mountains while we’re asleep
Love is eternal and not reliant upon our perception
So even if we don’t feel or see it every day keep -
believing that Love persists even when we don’t have another human’s affection
Just as trees and humans alike cannot grow without water
The unity of life and love are perpetual dualistic perfection.