There are only some joys that can be shared by words spoken in excitement;
There are times that a silent embrace can impart greater peace than any kind word;
Moments where the look of love in someones eyes can heal years of hurt;
Dances where the feelings from one's heart can be expressed in no other tangible way.
Every way of conversation, whether by touch; by word; by look; It has a season, their own times to be expressed. And each way comes with a color of love - of life - and the tapestry that is woven through the movement of each style paints the pictures of our being.
The boldness of the dance, the softness of the silence; the blinding brightness of excitement and the hushed tones of emotion too deep to be given in words - each balances the other to create a life of love so beautiful everyone who sees it can do nothing but stop and admire.
The rich value of what is seen known only to those who have woven the fibers together. And they who weave settle for no less a value than what truly reflects its worth - the time invested finding the perfects of colors, the mixing of palettes known as making love - a love that reflects the intimate blending and knotting and twisting together of every part of the available mediums needed to create something never seen before - and to never be replicated by anyone, no matter how hard they try.
©Kristen Garcia 10-2014
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