Love’s nature

Love is the prayer that birds sing, their melodies weaving through the morning mist. It’s the soft rustle of feathers against the canvas of dawn, a whispered plea for grace. Imagine your heart as a drawer of blessings, each one carefully folded and tucked away. When you open it, you feel the weight of these sacred bonds—their colors vibrant, their touch both tender and resilient.

In the quiet abyss of days, where shadows reign and light tiptoes cautiously, love finds its path. It navigates the voids, tracing constellations of hope. Time becomes silent, and silence itself becomes a balm, soothing the ache of existence. Love remembers the Soul—the ancient dance of opposites unmixing, like water and fire finding harmony. It counters sadness, stitching together fragments of forgotten dreams.

Love is an artisan, deftly correcting mistakes. It builds bridges of forgiveness, spanning chasms of hurt. Its fragrance permeates every glance, every stolen moment. In gardens of the heart, love paints petals with hues of vulnerability. Bitter certainties yield to its touch, and hope, buried like a seed, begins to sprout.

And when faith falters, love becomes a compass—a way back home. Remembering is enough; it stitches together the fabric of belonging. Serenity flows like a stream, and the heartbeat is a rhythm of gratitude. The sun, a sheltering embrace, bathes us in warmth, while the night wraps us in mystery. Count the stars—they hold our virtues, twinkling promises etched across the cosmos.

The pillow cradles our dreams, bearing witness to whispered secrets. Hands, gentle and sure, awaken our eyes to wonder. Letters, inked with longing, stir the depths of the Soul. Love circles like a hawk, alive and burning. It sets our hearts ablaze, igniting purpose. Rising, it crowns us with resilience, reigning within the very chest that quickens with its presence.

And in the quietude of dawn, love is our inner sun. Even when yesterday’s ache lingers, we celebrate gratitude—for love knows no boundaries. It knows your part in this vast world, stitching you into its grand tapestry.

May your heart continue to dance to the rhythm of love, dear wanderer. ❤️

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer