It is not concrete.
Seemingly intangible.

Unlike elegant china from the cabinet,
dusted off and gently placed on
the heirloom tablecloth,
starched, unfolded linen napkins,
spesh and saved for holidays.

Not like the wedding band
dressing the ring finger, glorifying
vows of loyalty, faithfulness, and fidelity.

Unlike those symbols and physical tokens
of affection - ticket stubs commemorating first concerts,
locks of hair, ribbons from opened presents,
photos of birthdays, anniversaries and shared memories.

Love is not conservable.
It flows freely, journeys within unlimited space,
sings with laughter, and tastes salty tears.

We can be unkind,
cruel, selfish, and harsh.
Things easily learned from this sometimes angry
and defeated world.

But what of love?
Rooted within the all,
entwined within the ever-all.
No lessons to learn, no conditional rules.

Some super-natural non-beginning
roving endlessly onward to unknown ports of call.

Omnipresent, from no origin we understand.
Eternal and gracefully triumphant.