Love is a hug.

How funny and fickle love is.

Looking you search without result

and it finds you when not looking.

Distance doesn’t matter.

Cross county or cross country

it still finds homes in warm hearts.

Time is not observed.

People are coming and people are going 

and love does it’s own thing

in its own way.

Bringing people together

to be torn apart

to be brought together again.

But oh such a feeling.

It’s like a really good hug

that though over still gives warmth.

That squeeze-you-so-close and

hold-you-so-tender kind of hug.

But it lasts.

For all the amazing hugs,

for those given and for those yet to be held.

It’s sweet love!