As naturally as the wind blows
There is no preparation for Love, no manual to read... no set road to follow It just happens, and when it does, we love simply because we do, no reasons needed, no explanations necessary and there is magic in the indefinable miracle that is love, Just as the flower which comes out of its seed and the rain that falls from its cloud are... Love Is As the wind that when blowing does not know that its blowing but yet it blows... and its the windi we feel love...even if we do not yet know we are... Sign in to see full entry.