LOVE IS by Ulli Stanway

This morning I woke up with my heart light as a feather…

I thought of my first love and felt so grateful for all the wonderful experiences I was given through love. There were butterflies and tears followed by passion and heartbreak.

I have enjoyed the whole spectrum of love, even if often I only understood it many years after. Love has been, is and always will be my favorite teacher. My heart will always be open…to love.

“There is love in your body but you can't hold it in

It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin

Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks

And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts”

Florence & The Machine

Love is

by Ulli Stanway

We all need love

We seek out the one to complete us

Our perfect soul mate

We crave those butterflies of love’s first kiss

And the first time our bodies embrace each other

Along the way we so often forget who we are

We change for another’s fulfillment

We leave our own knowledge behind

And silence our souls

Love changes lives, it evolves through us

We end up finishing each other’s sentences

And share our deepest thoughts before words are spoken

Through time we grow together

Strongly enduring all those tests

Life throws at our love

We embrace the storm

And enjoy the calm

Love grows

Love dies

Love soothes

Love wounds us

Love is the ultimate force

Love creates both

Light and Darkness

It can be cruel and gentle

Love can expand us

Or shrink us into nothingness

Yet, he who has not loved, has not lived

Love opens our eyes

Love breaks us and heals us

Love and tears dance an epic waltz of light and darkness

Love is never easy, it will demand all you have to give

Love forms bonds that gently weave hearts together

The fear of getting hurt becomes too big

You place a blindfold over your heart

It is safer this way

Don’t hear, don’t talk and most of all don’t feel

Be free of love

But a fearful heart becomes a lonely one

Floating in it’s own emptiness

You cannot shelter yourself from the biggest of all

The one reason why we all are hear

To Feel

To Breathe

To Be

To Love!

(Find more of Ulli's poetry in our new book here)

Ulli Stanway: "I am a 41 year old rising poetess/writer/day dreamer and life lover. I live in Melbourne Australia with my beautiful husband. I love nature and I am a confessing tree hugger. I am working on my dream website called “Desire your own happiness”, which I hope will inspire other kindred souls to follow their own dreams and skip down a path they truly enjoy. I believe in becoming your authentic self, become who you are with all your quirkiness, weirdness and amazing talents. We don’t need to have countless copies of the same story being told. Be you, all that you are and that is perfectly enough. And you are so very needed. My mantra is taking your shoes off and run barefoot, in the rain whenever possible. Embrace everything you are. Here and now."

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