Love
By: Keira Fulton-Lees
Tags: Loneliness, Relationships, Autism, Love, Life

Love

All can be said but in a few words.

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In but a few words can be captured the very nexus that connects us when searching for the one.

But, the want for enduring moments escapes us, as we are our own jailers, locked in a cell barred by unawareness; we look but just don’t see.

Even more so, if our distractions are pervasive, the padlock will always be, as unknowingly, we have thrown away the only key that sets us free.

As both inmate and as jailer, we insist on holding our heads up high, and the wisdom of the future will view this as just something we withstood.

While in self-administered AdSeg for the lonely, we stand left shaking in our own tightly well-worn SHU.

Only then does it fall upon us that it is we who have stolen our ability to live free.

Like the sturdy boughs of the largest stately trees, we take ownership of our mistakes, which grow our roots ever deeper, to keep us grounded in our needs.

Accentuated then should be our determination, and with the most in-depth focus of understanding, we find what real love truly means.

Then with concisely driven focus, unfailing confidence shows up unexpectedly.

Armed with persistence, consistence, and insistence, we fully know now exactly what we are made of…

So, never give up hope, though with futility do we search for the key, as it has always been in our pocket, but failed to remember despite our futile efforts to retrieve.

With befuddled absent-mindedness, we’ve buried our only key. Time waits for no one, so we look again hastily.

Dig deeply into our pockets, underneath life’s trivialities, the debris stuffed in our pockets, covering what we now genuinely need.

Metaphorically, written words bonding in tandem like the ebbs and tides of the ocean return to calmer seas.

The unspoken words in silence, gives space for the devotion to provide us with the time to hear our own heartbeat.

While knowing that being open is not a guarantee of reciprocity, however, in either case, we must be ready to receive love gratuously.

The way we feel in that moment is indescribable by words ballooned in fluff, and in knowing that we, at that moment, will go joyously beyond all the boundaries we perceive.

Then we spread our wings to be ready to fly amongst the beauty of the doves.

Waves rise and fall within that ocean, as we give and take with each other in moments covered in frost, yet warming when retrieved.

Always hold on tightly and take notice with each day, knowing hope forever remains in our presence, and is a feeling which we cannot see.

When missing all the days that follow, of this be always thinking of. For one and one together is much more than just a gift. Like vows taken to the altar, it is an offering from above.

We may find it, and then we may lose it, but we shall never fail to try. Each one that is broken is a forgiving droplet within an everlasting sea.

When it finally fully finds us, it is not like a gentle stream. As it comes like the roar of a lion, spilling all our feelings into a tsunamic emotional flood.

Love is never rushing and knows no jealousy. But blindly do we proceed in throwing caution to the wind. Yet, outside, no leaf is stirring, and inside we catch to breathe.

Looking through frosty window makes love difficult to see. That is why the search is so blurry when looking beyond just me.

To change but one letter means more than the letters we. Love is giving chances within your life to know its greatest possibility.

Love is but a journey on a long and winding road, with hills and valleys imminent, yet with all the beauty of a rose.

But, within all the world, there are many roses stretched far across the globe, and within each rose bush somewhere lives a rosebud that grows just for each of us especially.

With contrition do we find it, and sometimes unexpectedly, but we never give up trying, for it is in the trying that we truly live openly.

If we fail to begin to try, we will lose the possibility, and the love I know each of us are thinking of.

My wish for all who are searching is to capture at least a few moments of the purest beauty of love. Like each movement of the ocean does surely spill back into a sea, surely love will shower upon us when we are in need.

As deep as is the ocean, much deeper is true love. Be it expected or unknowing, like the currents of the ocean, love simply does what it does…