Fire of love ❤️🔥
Love is not just a feeling—it is a force, a sacred fire that holds within it a beauty so profound and a magic so gentle, that no other power in existence can compare. It doesn’t seek to dominate, to control, or to overpower. It doesn’t shout, demand, or force its way into hearts.
Love arrives softly.
It doesn’t need permission to bloom, yet it never trespasses.
It never tries to win, yet it always triumphs.
Even in the face of the harshest aggression, love stands unshaken. All anger, ego, and control melt in its presence—dissolving quietly, almost reverently. Love doesn't fight. It transforms. It doesn’t break down walls; it makes them irrelevant.
Where there was once poison, love brings purity.
Where there was death—in spirit, in hope, in joy—love breathes new life.
And where there was numbness, love stirs a dance—ecstatic, sacred, free.
Life without love is not truly life. It is a shell, a routine, a muted existence. You may laugh, eat, succeed—but without love, there will always be a silent emptiness echoing within. A soul untouched by love remains incomplete.
You cannot truly pray without love. Prayer born from fear or habit is dry and hollow. But prayer that springs from love is a song, a whisper of the soul, a bridge between hearts—human and divine.
Love is all around us. It is always waiting—soft, patient, tender—hoping to be seen, to be held. But too often, we turn away. We are distracted by noise, hardened by past wounds, or simply afraid of how deeply love can move us. So we close our eyes and call it protection. We build walls and call it strength.
We develop a kind of selective blindness—unable or unwilling to recognise the very thing that could heal us, awaken us, and lead us back to ourselves.
And yet…
Even the possibility of love—just the idea of it—can stir something profound. It can set the heart ablaze with longing, hope, and fear all at once. The mind begins to spin, the soul trembles with the ache of vulnerability.
Because to love is to risk.
To love is to be undone,
to be seen without armour,
to be touched without fear.
But oh—how worth it it is.
For in the fire of love, we are not burned… we are purified.
We are not weakened—we are made whole.
We are not lost—we are finally found.
~AV✍🏻✨
Love arrives softly.
It doesn’t need permission to bloom, yet it never trespasses.
It never tries to win, yet it always triumphs.
Even in the face of the harshest aggression, love stands unshaken. All anger, ego, and control melt in its presence—dissolving quietly, almost reverently. Love doesn't fight. It transforms. It doesn’t break down walls; it makes them irrelevant.
Where there was once poison, love brings purity.
Where there was death—in spirit, in hope, in joy—love breathes new life.
And where there was numbness, love stirs a dance—ecstatic, sacred, free.
Life without love is not truly life. It is a shell, a routine, a muted existence. You may laugh, eat, succeed—but without love, there will always be a silent emptiness echoing within. A soul untouched by love remains incomplete.
You cannot truly pray without love. Prayer born from fear or habit is dry and hollow. But prayer that springs from love is a song, a whisper of the soul, a bridge between hearts—human and divine.
Love is all around us. It is always waiting—soft, patient, tender—hoping to be seen, to be held. But too often, we turn away. We are distracted by noise, hardened by past wounds, or simply afraid of how deeply love can move us. So we close our eyes and call it protection. We build walls and call it strength.
We develop a kind of selective blindness—unable or unwilling to recognise the very thing that could heal us, awaken us, and lead us back to ourselves.
And yet…
Even the possibility of love—just the idea of it—can stir something profound. It can set the heart ablaze with longing, hope, and fear all at once. The mind begins to spin, the soul trembles with the ache of vulnerability.
Because to love is to risk.
To love is to be undone,
to be seen without armour,
to be touched without fear.
But oh—how worth it it is.
For in the fire of love, we are not burned… we are purified.
We are not weakened—we are made whole.
We are not lost—we are finally found.
~AV✍🏻✨
This isn’t just writing, it’s a mirror for so many hearts. ❤️
ReplyDeleteSome people write to express; you write to breathe. Every sentence feels like it was carved straight from the heart, raw and unfiltered.
ReplyDeleteYou have given words to something most people can only feel but never explain. this is pure soul.....
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