On Love

Can you not know that it is all about Love and nothing else? Can you love only you and no one not even the sun that fills the night with its rays of hope can love you the way you are to be Loved. For within all receptacles made of their respective matter, doubt you of your existence.

It is I that write love sonnets and compose the songs to which all birds sing in the morning to you greeting. It is you to whom they sing in greeting each day. Within all creation that is filled with the limited capacity to love, is the single ray of hope which when deployed can coalesce creating the Gateway to the Heavens.

I await.

And in view of that understanding and perception, no one truly love safe I.

Only I AM capable of Love.