True Love

True love is finding the perfect specimen of your favorite flower...& Not picking it but allowing it to remain the natural life it was meant to be, enjoy the sensations it offers ,let it live.

Picking it to keep as ones own begins that moment ,the inevitable process of slowly wilting & dying in captivity.Love is a free spirit not meant to be caged or chained. It carries with it the flame of attraction that also must run with the wind to burn bright & strong.

In the end, inevitably & always, whether by death or decision, love, all things loved,...will one day suddenly be gone to leave you back where you began....on your own.

This is why what is loved, must be set free.