Mussings On What Love Is

When you fall in love, really fall in love, you not only give your heart to that singular someone, you also give away a piece of you: the deepest part that exists but cannot be touched unless the time is right.

Your first love, the one that took your virginity, and the ones that perhaps came after gave you something…but it isn’t until your heart sings with a newly found voice that the magic occurs. Seared by a smile or a touch from a hand is only a physical thing. It is the eyes; the look from those eyes seeing you laid bare…in true form: That is when the soul says; ‘take a part of me for you are the one who sees me as I really am, just as I see you as you really are inside’.

Some never see love, standing right in front of them, while others refuse to acknowledge love because of past encounters and the pain, still burning like a hornet’s sting. And perhaps some don’t have the ability at all because the soul was never nurtured and fed as a child.

Love comes in many colors, from the pale shades surrendered by the scent of a baby’s breath, to the deepest golds and reds given up through the heat two bodies create. But, to me at least, it is the rainbow with its many muted shades that says ‘this is the perfect one…the only one meant to be…this time around’.