Love and freedom

In the space between breath, the quiet moments
Our love just is
Not captured, by what was prior or what comes next
Not weighed down, by expectations of the future
But like life
That gives each breath meaning
By simply being there everyday

So yes let our love be like freedom
Expanding in the open spaces of our being
Let us also be aware that love like freedom
Is ruefully missed when curtailed or lost
So the freedom to love,
and the freedom of true love
Is a gift most precious, and a promise most dear

poem by Anita Atina
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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