Poem-Echo
This poem is an echo of Sunday’s introduction to Reflections on Love.
Not an answer.
Not a definition.
Just an observation held still long enough to be seen.
Love, as it is lived.
Not idealized.
Not simplified.
A sensation that slips.
A bond that confronts.
A unity made of differences.
A journey with no map.
This poem doesn’t try to explain love.
It lets its paradoxes speak.
Cycle — Love & Relationship
Love,
a pure sensation,
a mystery.
In relationships,
a battlefield.
Life as two,
of sincere beauty,
without union, hearts unvirtuous,
a torment.
Love,
like water,
slipping through our fingers.
When we think we have it,
we don’t.
And when we think we don’t,
we still don’t.
So true,
and such a mystery.
Love and relationship,
the same thing.
Two things.
One unity,
so many diversities.
Life in relationship,
an adventure,
fruitful,
perilous.
No safe, known path.
No absolute truths.
Observations, perhaps.
Warnings, perhaps.
Considerations…
Mirrors.
🪞 This poem belongs to the Reflections on Love cycle —
a space to pause, observe, and meet your own way of loving
through mirrors, not instructions.
If it resonated, you’re invited to stay,
and walk alongside the next reflection.
To Love is To accept suffering.
Until soon,
Warmly,
Odel A.
Beautiful