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The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, but are felt in the heart."
Helen Keller
What do you do with a heart full of love?
I think I've always been a happy person.
When I was a child, I always knew love.
I felt it everywhere. I could give it, freely.
It seemed like it was always accepted.
I smiled a lot. And I laughed.
I lacked nothing. I was a whole being.
Ignorance protected me.
Love was innocence.
Then, came knowledge.
My first singular endeavor, school.
The impetus for self-awareness.
Years of gradation between peers.
Criticism and introspect,
One as dangerous as the other.
And through it all, I made it.
Love gave me friends.
As a teen, love was tough.
It always hit from the blindside.
It twisted my insides.
I couldn't get enough.
And I wonder if I knew back then,
How to give it back.
And in the dark times of loneliness,
Love gave me heartache.
Sometimes, love gets its way.
Two hearts begin to beat as one.
Passion enflamed.
Testing the sensation of flesh.
Experiencing a few moments
of feverish abandon.
And the glow of sharing.
Love showed me pleasure.
Soon after, pleasure added a twist.
A search for something more.
A yearn for something deeper.
A desperate need,
A desire to hold on for dear life,
Searching for that special bond.
Then finding it.
Love demanded commitment.
We vow before God.
We tell the world.
We, two, become one.
Marriage. A significant other.
A mutual trust.
Someone to build dreams with.
Someone to cherish.
Love brought me joy.
And yet,
We know there's something deeper.
A well of love,
Too much to contain.
Fueling expansion.
A spark of creation.
The future, incarnate.
Love blessed me with children.
Socks and shoes and diapers.
Food and clothes and heat.
Books and bikes and doctors.
Baseball meet 'n greet.
Dolls and baths and dresses.
Christmases with glee.
All that love required, was
Responsibility.
But nursery rhymes end quickly.
For kids and parents too.
And union becomes broken.
Then one, again, is two.
Who taught us "Fairy tale" endings?
My dreams no longer yours.
Plunged in dark and lonely times,
Love gives me pain.
Surrounded in a realm of shadows.
I survive on memories.
They warm me.
They give comfort.
They help me remember,
To love myself.
Even when there is nothing on the horizon.
Love hands me hope.
Armed with hope.
I continue to reach out.
Grasping straws, forging bridges.
Offering all that is me, my heart.
Everything I've learned about love.
For the chance to receive a little back.
And when that ember becomes fire.
I pray love give me patience.
What do you do with a heart full of love?
I give it away as much as I can.
This is how you'll know me!
