The Mosaic of Love

Love. The water that quenches our thirst. In it we find life. In it we find the death that grants us a new life. I love in weird ways. My love goes down luminous passageways, it pauses and asks “Am I weird or has the dictionary defined love in a few sentences, while society corrupts its meaning by using the ignorance in their ego?

Love is like mosaic. It is created with broken edges that shine in their unique element. Despite her beauty in her power, she never fears to tell the cement hold us tight together so we portray our art, our existence to those who refuse to comprehend.

Oh I love deeply. I continue to love deeper, a depth I was told not to dive into. I was told to keep silent, not to speak what I see at sea because some cannot handle the truth beneath the skin of the sea nor the light I take into the dark. The light I wear on my shoulders are like the wings of Gabriel that downloads these words in their hearts yet they choose to be the enemy to such a powerful love.