Is it a love letter written by the heart, shared only with the mind? Or possibly, a soulful ballad told by a tap dancing tongue? Maybe a tearful inquiry with a resounding response? Quite frankly, a sonic whisper comparable only to the wind. Sight unseen still undeniably felt. The journey awaits.
The language of love is universal, and has many interpretations. There are some who believe love to be lustful infatuation, and sometimes that emotion is mutual. Other times, it’s simply contrary. Many hope that a plethora of sessions will bring about a confession. Some experience it at first sight. The masses fall for someone who has no sense of contrite. When you least expect it, the look of love will see you. The glow of love will shine upon you. And there will be nothing you or anyone else can do.
Life isn’t but a dream, nor is it peachy keen. Most times your rose colored glasses are smudged, but once in a great while the unexpected happens. The sun sets where you sit and provides you with the happiest of endings. Be ever ready.
Poetic renderings and expressionism of modern literature are liken to fine art. Whereas each person will interpret a piece then convey their unique perspective as correct.