Love is frustrating in its complexity. Like the Rubik s cube, the vastness of combinations distorts our view as the urgency for solution becomes overwhelming. Love is a gift freely given. As it touches our souls, we struggle to emerge from the tightly woven cocoons of self-absorption. We become butterflies, our wings spread to dance on the wind and display our beauty.
Love is the face of people.
Each pair of eyes viewing the canvas in various interpretations. Stories and adventures vicariously lived through the mind s eye. Love is pure and true. Cool water from a crystal spring that tumbles over the harsh rocks of the mountainside, scooped up into urgent hands to quench the thirst. Love is finally two.