Happy Valentine…

Today, I choose to write in the colours of love and every beautiful thing that makes love a home. Love isn't just a body of emotions, it is a language that speaks universally to who and what we ever dream to be. Love is an open book, an open portal where deeds and gifts are exchanged as tokens.

It's not that love is all rosy sometimes, it cuts deeply too. But the true type of love kills faster the thought of being without sacrifices. It eliminates unvoiced wars because in true love conversations are daily lifelines.

Love also is giving; it gives beyond the will to withhold always. And the more love gives, the better the lover becomes as a human being.

This is not to say that love doesn’t receive, it does and does this beautifully too. It is no love when all you get to give is never without a peace inside you. It’s indeed a privilege to love and to be loved by another. It’s a rare deal to have something to gift another not solely because of what they have to offer you but because sharing an extension of you keeps you peaceful and internally satisfied. "I love you" is no joke or loose slang, it’s an eternal confession that spread hope and grace on the reciever. Here I am saying, "you are forever loved by me".

Happy Valentine,

Damilola