Let It Be Love

The tips of my fingers have become singed by the heat of my passion. To love unconditionally in a relationship where the tenderness is always returned. To feel and imagine and be inspired in the midst of stagnant souls. To dance through life and not be joined by others because they can’t sense the music. To notice the beauty of the little things when others seem to brush it off their shoulders. Sometimes people are left with insatiable needs; compelled by our own curiosity. Let it be known that the hidden treasure is love, whether we see it with our eyes or feel it with our hearts. Sometimes you enter it with hesitation yet let the faith be your guide. Let it be the nourishment that keeps you alive. 



Kevin PerezPoetry, Prose, Poem, LoveComment