Love is a wonderful thing to be in It is growth, change and so many things. It’s an experience we all deserve to be in. ~Rebeli

what is love is it : racing across : a rapidly desertifying : landscape that once was : home to your species : home to your nation : just home : which now : contains : little more than drifting ghosts : to rescue a…

Love is the light that shines through the cracks, The touch of a hand, the flash of a glance It’s knowing that you’ve got their backs. Love needs no assurance except that it’s there The touch of a hand, the flash of a glance. The…

Once ancient cultures had many words for love, many songs for it Many modern languages still do Once the old Greeks had seven main words to describe the types of love. *Main* words. But English? English fails me, fails you, fails us – fails our…

  Love… The root and bane of existence; What is Love?… Courage and persistence, Purification, Motivation, in the face of Resistance. Blink and you’ll miss it – some hold, others wish it. Love is Truth; and Truth is Verity. Love is the Star – the…

10 heifer she raised her head to watch me prey animal to predator when you know, you know to keep an eye out against the new, to be careful, to hope for the handout of hay, for the return to the herd for the sweetness…

“What Is Love?”   ___ Love? Is something that I’m afraid to try, Despite the ambrosial temptation behind every word, A romantic action or a feeling. A limerence aftermath, After a deep conversation, Or an eye-to-eye contact.   Love? Is something I doubt my whole…

Prompt Ten – Text Prompt The first three words of your title should be “what is love”. That can be your whole title, in and of itself, probably followed by a question mark, or you can add more context onto the title before proceeding to the…

Love is a time I left behind But cherish every day It’s unicorns and magick wands And the sound of falling rain It’s a Token song from years long gone Grilled cheese at 3am It’s stickers from the Dollar Tree And laughing in the bed…

I remember in highways what is love but remembrance and I remember in highways…   in moments on lines, like beads moving on thread, strung to make pictures from pixels of glass.   I remember in fragments of myself, in pointillist pops of colour against light…