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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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