Love is like a butterfly.
You can not hold it tightly in your hand, it
will die.
If you can even capture it at all, because it flits away. And
yet if you are willing it would come and be with you gladly, joyously.
And if you do not try to hold it, it will stay.
But love is not a
possession. For the world has treated love as though it is.
And very
often the desire to own someone because of love has caused that very
loved to disappear. So to know that you can not own love.
That it
must be that those that are involved are willing, free, comfortable ,
joyous. For love is not an acquisition, it is a gift
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