Love is movement,

A gift,

Unowned

Yet given.

You can not hold it

Only ask

Or make a beautiful wish

Or speak a prayer

To expand and broaden the world.

It is not yours

But you may use it,

Feel the expansion

As it flows away,

Your life acknowledged

As it leaves,

Yourself made Infinitely fertile.

For as it is given

The well refills

The source expands

And you are changed,

Lighter for the affirmation,

Joyous because you are more,

Loving because you gave it all away.