In Response

Love is the hill you fall up.

Love is five when the limit is four.

Love has petals and wings, branches and hands, roots and claws.

Love uplifts when standing still.

Love knows restraint.

Love both leads and follows.

Loves glitters and sings and splashes and sighs.

Love dangles like an ornament and burrows into walls.

--Mitchell Hegman (NOTE: Yes, I know this exercise was somewhat trite, but fun just the same…)