Love
Is A Gift
Love,
to me, is a mystery, as well as to most I know.
There
are some that believe that they have the Wisdon
To
perceive this elusive bird!
I
don't think so.
I have
loved and been loved ,but, have yet to really conceive
Just
how this flighty emotion, with or without our permission
Can
choose, at will, to come and go
Wherever
it pleases.
It
is not unlike an unruly youth; In that it is at it own wills choosing.
We
are like slaves to its each and every whim
Whether
or not we agree;
It
still has the right to reside wherever it pleases!
Oh!
But even without the choice of whether or not it clings
I
still will willingly be its slave.
For
it is better to be visited by this ever so uncertain thing,
Than
to have never known the joy
It
can bring!
When
this lovely creature of emotions alights upon your heart,
It
will set your soul free to dream;
Dream
all the misty thoughts of what could be
With
the one that is the fortunate or not so fortunate
Receiver!
Be
thankful it has privileged you with the chance of
Becoming
intimate with It!
For,
even with all its chance taken,
It
is far better to have embraced it
Than
to have never known its presence
And
Being!
~Annie Jo Battles~
