Love is the house of God and you are living in that house.
You are not just the drop in the ocean. You are the mighty ocean in the drop.
Love is language that cannot be said, or heard.
Nothing I say can explain to you Divine Love Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.
This is what love does and continues to do. It tastes like honey to adults and milk to children.
I long to escape the prison of my ego and lose myself in You.