I have found that love is fire,
The joys of Granfather energy,
The heat of passionate sparks,
But it is stone also,
Solid and enduring,
Strong and comforting in its roots,
And yet it is like water as well,
Fluid and adapting,
Nourishing and soothing like a womb,
But it is the Wind in equal measure,
Like fresh air rushing into the lungs,
Or the storm of power Love creates.
All is love,
And Love is all.