Your love is not meant…
… to be hoarded.
… to be diluted or dripped out slowly to those you claim to care for.
Your love is not meant…
… to be weaponized.
… to be dangled like a dog treat to those you deem deserving, or…
… to be withdrawn as a knee-jerk reaction to your unhealed hurts.
Your love is not meant to be…
… reduced to a currency.
… traded in the ever-shifting markets of entitlement and expectation.
… tracked and audited — measured and balanced in some zero-sum game of give and take.
Your love…
… is vast. Raw. Infinite.
… is self-reinforcing and self-regenerative.
… is the most precious gift you can offer in human form.
Your love…
… is meant to flow freely and abundantly.
… is meant to be given even MORE fully and generously in moments of hurt.
… is the balm that softens the friction between your love affair with life itself.
Your love is…
… meant to heal.
… meant to inspire and uplift.
… meant to be the force that brings new life into creation.
To be a true king, is to know true love.
And to know true love, is to be a king.
And it’s with that, I say…
I see you, King.
