This morning, I listened to a man who has seen enough hurt for a life time, and has given himself to the Earth speak his words of love. Poetry. To the woman of his dreams. It’s not perfect. There is distance. But they are perfectly in love. Seeing the tears down her face and the sparkle in his eyes as his words flowed freely and fearlessly. They gave me hope. They reminded me that this kind of love is rare, but it is possible to find. There are people left in this Earth that have so much love. It is such a big world-we just need to find them: The beautiful ones with big, luscious, ever-flowing hearts ready to pump again and again with that thick, indulging blood of love.

7/25/12