A Language for Love

It begins, from now until the next.  What we take with us is ours to choose, along the ever-present bridge into the passing away, for our most favorite of arts and logics.  By a posture adopted, through thoughts called attention, to the surfacing of a history's utterances, for others these all give light to our presence, to an individual glean.

We all have a wealth of words, yet they have no inherent worth.  So one may ask, where, then, is their power?  Their power lies between those looking to make something of them, the allowances they furnish, their interpretations. In a life filled with mixed signals, and cognitive dissonance, it is in our best interest to take into consideration others' interests.

When faithfully making a point of expressing those fires you wish to stoke, an understanding of understanding resonates, and this is where love finds its fuel.  Drawn like lines on a map are the wellsprings we give meaning.

A simple misunderstanding has the power to destroy the greatest of productions, bring with you only those feelings honored by growth and let them reap the fruits of a loved harvest.