Love.
When I think of it as an abstract set of marks
on a page or a screen, it loses vitality
due to overuse, misuse and disconnect.
When I conjure up who I love
and embody the sensations of
tenderness, quiet appreciation,
exuberant delight, heartfelt amazement,
overwhelming awe...
it becomes indescribably wonderful.
I gather it around me
like a shawl knit together with
stitches of treasured moments
with treasured beings,
and carry it close to my heart.
kastilwell
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