When love is real,
it is easy –
effortless in its appearance,
warm and yummy,
like buttery grace.
It comes from the beyond,
much like inspiration does –
and wisdom is infused
within all its practicalities.
It simply makes sense.
It feels like the sweetest hug.
It sounds like a soothing tide on the move.
It looks like a rose in bloom, and
has the aroma of
bread in the toaster.
It calls to you like bird song in the morning.
These are the measures
of love that is true.
When you have it,
you know, and
trust becomes the glue.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Becoming and Beholding 