Love's Cycle

Love is a difficult thing to describe because it has so many variations. There are so many ways to love. It's so much easier to use as a word than to describe as a concept. In my experience though, love has a life cycle like every other thing. The one feature I can describe is this: it's permanent. Once love is born, it begins its life.
And we all know lives can go in so many directions.
When I look over at my love, sleeping in the bed, I can see the evolution of our feelings for one another.
When love was born she was new, cuddly, needed constant nurturing, and had a tendency to spit up. She made people stare with her beauty and innocence. She had the power to inspire want in their own hearts for a love. Then love grew into a coachable ball of energy that was both invigorating and enchanting. Everyday love would show us something new. She still needed care, but at the same time, she taught us more about ourselves and eachother than we taught her about anything.
Looking over at my love asleep, I know that love just needs touch now. That giving her time and building her trust, she returns more than we could ever give. People no longer pinch her cheeks, but we do. She has a grace that still inspires, but rather than creating want, she tends to illuminate the loves around her.
And the feature I mentioned first is the best part. Love will always be there. Even when the person that you share it with is not.
We've all felt her touch. Having been touched by love is one of the highest human treasures. In this world of ebb-tide and flood tide, of four seasons and the rhythm of life itself, as we ourselves and the ones we share love with progress along our own cycles, love remains.
Love remains.