To Love.

Lately, all I want to do is give myself away.

All of me.

Is this about a man?

Well... maybe a little bit, but no. It most certainly isn't. 

(Though, it manifests that way, too.)

It's this deep desire that's been rooted in me for as long as I can remember.

It's that thing in me that sees the good stuff when everyone else sees the bad.

It's that thing in me that sees what can be, if someone would just realize that they were worth it.

It's that thing in me that sees incredible beauty when everyone else just sees a screw-up.

But practically, how does this translate? 

It doesn't.

Love is not a practicality.

It is.

So, what does it mean to love?

I don't always know.

But that won't keep me from doing, from being, from living.

{Those who are willing will be used.

Those who desire will be filled.

Those who seek will find.

Those who yearn will be satisfied.}