The love of the poets is a free love

a quest so thirsty, my pen bleeds -love

blue frost is a -growing, as I leak these words across -love

a dash of heart, tickles the golden-sun,

love is liberation

love is resistance

love is the long walk home

love is tiny smile, on a tiny friend-child

love has never met a stranger

love is the great God spirit

love is a holy essence

love is everything and nothing at all

love is you. Poet Krissy Mosley https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnZ_Mt_M_Y0