Love is surrender.
It is the abandonment of the
conventional
in defense of the inexplicable.
It is a choice to loosen the grip
of our wounds while consenting
to the uncertainty of the future.
Love is restoration of life
before invasion.
Before doubt became
disease to population.
Before limitations came
from a cage we built ourselves.
Love is, in its purest form,
admiration;
where cause and effect are
interchangeable.
Where our worth shines
through a mirror held up
by the irreplaceable.
Where mutuality of life’s fervor
runs parallel to currents
whisked from vision.
Love is peace
found on the inside,
[finally] reflected back.
- East L.A.
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