Love feeds the root of life
like an emitter, one drop at a time.
One cannot posses it,
One cannot assess it.
It like God can be trusted in, but never proved.
If one becomes its devotee he can feel it
If one becomes its disciple he can learn it
If one becomes an aficionado he can spread it
If one becomes its connoisseur he can relish it
But only when one is free he can love it.
Love is not only living with it forever
But love is also setting it free
Letting it go
And feeling content as long as it exists
even if it does for someone else, somewhere else.