Endless Love

This poem came through like a current of energy, almost impossible to contain. It felt less like I was writing about love and more like I was channeling love itself; the living, breathing force that moves through all things.

When I wrote it, I felt the truth that love is not something we can hold or possess. It is not bound to form or expectation; it is wild, untouchable, and eternal. In the poem, love is a flame, immaterial yet powerful, ungraspable yet undeniably real. It ignites us, burns through us, and drives us to places of surrender and transformation.

The imagery of wings and feathers, of passion so intense that it feels like madness, reflects how love in its purest form breaks us open. It is not gentle in the way we sometimes imagine; it is fierce, awakening us to the truth of who we are and burning away illusions.

I also felt the union of spirit and soul, how two beings can merge into something that transcends individuality. The “you” in this poem is as much the Divine as it is a beloved. Writing it was like being swept into the mystery of love as a cosmic force: love that is greater than romance, greater than longing, greater than life or death.

This piece reminds me that true love is not about possession; it’s about freedom. It’s a force that doesn’t diminish us but dissolves us, so that we can remember our oneness with everything.

This reflection dissolved an old belief: that to be loved is to be chosen and kept. Now I see love as something wilder and more intimate; it requires that both lover and beloved let go so deeply that nothing stands between them, not even the idea of “mine.”