Love isn’t a game of beautiful or ugly,
It doesn’t belong where opposites divide.
It’s not about being whole or torn,
It simply is, beyond light and dark.
It’s here, beyond name or description,
Not seeking to win, nor chasing permission.
It doesn’t need to change or grow,
It simply is and lets you witness its flow.
Love isn’t something that must be found,
It’s neither in silence, nor in sound.
It’s in moments, just as they are,
Love simply is, neither near nor far.
So don’t seek love in what you lack or desire,
It’s already here, in what you can’t acquire.
It’s not about being full or bare,
It’s simply present, everywhere—if you’re open enough to be aware.
It doesn’t belong where opposites divide.
It’s not about being whole or torn,
It simply is, beyond light and dark.
It’s here, beyond name or description,
Not seeking to win, nor chasing permission.
It doesn’t need to change or grow,
It simply is and lets you witness its flow.
Love isn’t something that must be found,
It’s neither in silence, nor in sound.
It’s in moments, just as they are,
Love simply is, neither near nor far.
So don’t seek love in what you lack or desire,
It’s already here, in what you can’t acquire.
It’s not about being full or bare,
It’s simply present, everywhere—if you’re open enough to be aware.