Love is an indefinite art. There is always room for improvement and it will always remain perfectly imperfect.
However, there is a misconception that love can be given or received in one way. That somewhere in the cosmic meaning of the universe, there is a definition to the noun of love written amongst the stars.
But love, love is an art. Every artist creates their own masterpiece with their own definitions, understandings, and implementations. Don’t get me wrong, there are still things that should never be done in the name of love: Abuse, pain, hurt, and the list goes on. But love is beautiful enough to encompass all the ways that it can be given.
A love can be passionate with strength and fire, a tough warrior facing the world’s ugliness and turning it into armor. A love can be kind and sweet, warm molases that feeds the soul. A love can be soft and shy, the whisper of a kiss in the depths of the dark. A love can be hard and present, a supporting rock amid floating oceans. A love can be relentless and tireless, crashing waves that hug the shore infinitely.
So many endless combinations of how love can be delivered. But nevertheless, love is constant, pure, and forgiving. Love can grow and mature, strengthen and support.
You might discover one day that your soul can love differently than another, and that’s okay. Because if your love is kind and forgiving, my love is strong and loyal. Never doubt my soul’s love for you; because if you are sweet as honey, cherish me when I need it the most. And if I am your heart’s warrior then trust that I will support and love you, with every sliver of my soul, till the last breath I exhale.
So don’t fret, my dear, for our love together can beat a thousand thunders and storming hurricanes, and forever remain unbroken.