Love is as rare as a rainbow or a four leaf clover.
It’s sometimes as mythical as a unicorn or the Tooth Fairy.
It is something that eludes as at points in our lives like the name to a forgotten song or it flees from us like water between our fingertips.
Some feel it from the moment they are born until the last bit of life escapes their lips.
But some seek it relentlessly in every corner of their world and search in the darkest of hearts to find it.
It has no real form that you can feel or hold and you can never know when it enters your life.
It was made to heal, to endure time, to be shared and to be adorned.
But love was never meant to be forced, contained, or even understood.
It is blind to the coldness of ones heart and it does not judge the indiscretions of ones past.
Instead it warms the most frigid of doubters and sheds light onto a path paved with kindness and serenity.
When it comes to us we all react in our own different way.
Some welcome it like a long lost friend coming home and knocking on the door.
Others fight it because they know they are truly undeserving.
Love is a gift that is passed on with the most sincerest of intentions and it is something that no one should turn from.
When love is beckoning for you, do not turn it away, do not neglect the one who offers it, and do not ask why they give it.
Return the love the best you can and be certain that they are aware of how much you feel.
Love will remain and echo through the hearts of those until the last person who speaks of you draws their last breathe, but your actions while you stand are what people shall feel.
Love freely, love feverishly, and love frequently.
Jameson Wilds 