We often use Love as a source of personal validation and defense, a sidekick and a shield, but these will prove ineffective without first the other part. We must also allow ourselves to be wounded by it. We tend to forget its authority- that is a double-edged sword. Our decrepit, depraved hearts must be completely ripped out in order to welcome that Love.
We consider Love the highest virtue. An entire relationship contained in those words. The only acquired instinct that we need to learn is if we need to live in Love. Love surpasses all, contains all, and forgives all. We Love, and so we ARE. In testimonial of that feeling, you may be deceived if you Love too much, but you will live in torment if you do not Love enough.
Love is what puts you in the wind. Sets you blazed, makes you burn through the skies and ignites the night like a Phoenix. The kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running, simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch.
This is a compassionate burning heart, one that burns and flies, and you run with it