Beauty & Meaning

The pace of love of isn't always fast, Sometimes, it sweeps you off your feet, few times, you won't see it coming, Most times, it takes quite a while,  Truly, it takes some time to know, like, and love another soul, True love takes its time, only lust is fast. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

After the thrill, love grows or goes, It thickens and deepens, or fades away, It coils into a knot, or loosen and breaks, It flows and grows, or dwindle and die, It flourish and burnish, or it's razed and burnt, It sweetens and and gladens, or becomes bilious and toxic, It deals and heals, or bleeds and kills, After a while, love takes a turn, It just never stay the same. ©️Toobrightanthony. 📸@pexels.com.

Sometimes it starts slowly,  Then it progresses Steadily, It surges up, or dries off with time, Love doesn't have a particular path. Other times it happens swiftly, Sweeping you off your feet unknowingly, It seizes your breath and hold your pulse, Then it crashes or deepens further more. Few times it happens accidentally, Out of the blues surprisingly, You still doubt its genuinty, Then it flounders or moves progressively. Love happens to us differently, No template suit all perfectly, Sometimes in the weirdest of places, We can’t choose our love fate. ✍@Toobrightanthony. 📸@pexels.com

Love is not the easy peasy thingy we think it's. It's not the mushy, rosy, yummy of social media trends, It can be tough, tasking, and committing, It has its unpleasant and unattractive sides, It's not always as cool as  we think it is,  It takes work to make it work, Love on its own is work. ✍@Toobrightanthony. 📸@pexels.

Give me yourself wholly. Commit to me completely  Don't reserve anything. I am bringing everything. Love every fibre of my being. I will give you all my entire being. Don't be afraid of betrayal. My love is extremely loyal. The energy you give.  Is the energy you will receive. If you must love me at all. You must love me in all. © Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels