AAINA

the litmus for love is that it is unconditional.   

it does not mean you choose that person, or have the capacity to broker them in your life. it has little to do with choice.   

what it does mean is that irrespective of time and space, the illogical affinity of the feeling — which knows only how to play and dance with the heart of the other person — stays the same.   

should the world implode but you survive 
to take inventory of what remains 
you will find it there  
intact  
brilliant as the spring day  
on which it came.