Hard to define.

Hard to define...
How the years add extra meanings.
How it becomes a multipurpose word and not just the opposite of hate.
How it´s inconvenience can make us thankful.
How it rolls around in the body and touches your conscience...
And how it glues us firmly to the dear few people in our lives.
The space of love, it´s openness.
It´s crazy dilemmas.
As a floating sword the sacrifice.
The heart´s cellar empty each barrel bone dry.
Faith in love is stormclouds full of wine.
Contact and appreciation.
Praise and empathy.
Movement and stillness in a person you adore.
Giving up resistance is the spinning wheel, where upon worthy fibre is spun into warm durable trust.
Offering care even when yours haven´t been met.
That´s love.