At times, love is a gust that propels us
into the arms of the
beloved,
at times,
it's a gentle breeze that caresses
and soothes hidden pains.
On occasions, it's a feeling that soars
from imperceptible
heights,
it can also be a stormy
rain of reasons,
or turmoil from
incomprehensible altitudes.
Love can become a delicate perfume
that softly settles on
the body,
leaving memories imprinted
or invoking cherished places of joy.
It's also an inner tremor
that never allows a moment of
stillness,
and it drags you to unseen places
or leads you down uncharted paths.
Perhaps love becomes a tranquil pool with the years,
an exquisite balm in the
trust of time,
or it may also be a steadfast shrub
that provides shade and solace to the heart.
Love from another realm
At times, it will be prolonged silence,
or a kiss found in the
desert,
or a guiding star in the
lived darkness,
or maybe love, will always and solely be love.
Jesús Hernando Camacho Mosquera(AI)
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