runs the risk

of not seeing

the truth,


it does not

want to know

about miracles.”


~ Jacques Cousteau


Love does not fit into a scientific postulation,

there are no commonly agreed to theories,

it possesses nothing that can be measured,

love is just a poetic language that inadequately

attempts to explain the emotional disturbance

that is a unique and usually indescribable

feeling somewhere in ones heart.

Love is just love, to be enjoyed, not dissected.

Love is a miracle.

Love is helping someone love themselves.


ME and the Boss







About Michael_e

Retired in Florida, God's waiting room... Writing to maintain a sense of purpose. Click on picture to link to As A drunk Sees It. View all posts by Michael_e

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