“The Birth of Love”

Without needing to explain

or understand fully

how True Love becomes what it is,

I have come to see—

through Love itself—

that it resists explanation.

It can only be accepted.

How could it not be,

when it sits as clearly

as any other form of creation in this world?

It is born—

a quiet birth

that arrives already designed in form,

as if Love holds its own divine blueprint.

Like a seed,

small but certain,

it carries the full knowing

of its own growth.

And though unseen,

it is just as real as anything that can be seen.

It moves not with fear,

but with presence—

a mystery that roots itself

in the unseen soil of the soul,

and rises,

without needing to be understood,

only felt.