Love, Hurt, Alive

Love is many things...it can be that. It can take it, It can be the red roses,, the beautiful stranger, your partner in life, It can be in you for no reason at all,, perhaps the sound of rain,, little things,, a single lear, But it can also be in tears running down your face, for joy, yes, but also for SOrToWs I think...no proof of love has been so true, | never has love felt more deeply written in my very bones as when I've lived its Crushing hurt... But if you've known it too and made it out on the other side,, beaten and bruised,. but still here, then maybe you know what I know, know what I'll say next... As much as deeply loving so often comes to hurt, the deep hurt of love,, more than your very pulse or the fog of your beath against a glass... means you're alive. Love with all your blood and breath,. never brace yourself in love,, and never forsake love or its paine.sbut if you do..slove can take it.