We can like all sorts of things but love is reserved for the soul

for giving and allowing to live, the other,

unhindered by fear

hurt

and want.

Only to give answer to that longing, heartfelt cry,

to cause the welling up

of hope

and to encourage,

lend vitality for the quest,

that your lost place, sweet wandering exile,

is found

here,

our once and newly discovered,

home.