You can show it, feel it, give it, receive it, and make it.
It can be true, first, tender, young, changeable, whimsical, steadfast, possessive, obsessive, conditional, even unconditional.
People yearn for it, seek it, spurn it, reject it, die for it, even kill for it.
One falls into it and yet out of it.
Grasped too tightly, it slips away. Ignored, it flees as the morning dew. Nurtured, it blossoms and grows.
A lifetime is not long enough to embrace it, and a day is too long to live without it.
Songwriters declare it’s what makes the world go ’round.
Others say its days are full of wine and roses; with chocolates and flowers we celebrate.
Tired, drawn faces smile with pleasure at the memory of it and tears flow at the loss of it.
Some vow, “Never again”; here today, gone tomorrow; it’s a chancy thing.
Only God’s love is everlasting
“I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you” (Jeremiah 31:3).
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