In the space between breath, the quiet moments <br />Our love just is <br />Not captured, by what was prior or what comes next <br />Not weighed down, by expectations of the future <br />But like life <br />That gives each breath meaning <br />By simply being there everyday <br /> <br />So yes let our love be like freedom <br />Expanding in the open spaces of our being <br />Let us also be aware that love like freedom <br />Is ruefully missed when curtailed or lost <br />So the freedom to love, <br />and the freedom of true love <br />Is a gift most precious, and a promise most dear<br /><br />Anita Atina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-and-freedom/
