For some people, love is something you fall into like a lake or a mud puddle after the rain.
For some people, love is something you fall out of like a sandbox after the other pushes you one time too many.
For some, love is a fire that can only be put out by possessing the other and keeping them near to be used like an addict uses a drug.
For some, love is passion at first glance, the lust from your eyes down to the core of your down-there, like a promise of mind-blowing intimate experiences.
For some, love is like a rare flower growing in the wild or a life-enhancing medicine hiding in the bark of a tree.
For some, love is nurtured like a gardener fertilizes and prunes a rose bush.
For some, love is grown like a vine planted by hands (or Hands) unknown and tended by those who are drawn to its beauty.
For some, love is a dance of giving and sharing, coming together and pulling apart, like a symphony that blends diverse elements to create something whole and awe-inspiring.
For some, love is finding another reason to fulfill your vows and to be glad that your lover does the same.
For ME, love is all of this and more. I am one of those “some people” and, if I have learned anything, it is this:
Love is the one Holy thing that exists and Love is the one earthly thing that matters above all else.
(Dedicated to my wife, Barbara Gatewood, and the family she and I created together, as well as all those “some people” who feel love.)
This post was inspired by the #Writing101 Class, 3rd day prompt — take one of the listed one words and write about it. It was written on a notepad over dinner while in Nashville, TN, on Tuesday, September 8, 2015.)