Love,
First you need to understand the energy of giving without waiting for the rewards
Love,
Second you need to accept yourself and try every day become a better person
Love
We are here to be loved and love unconditionally
Love is a free energy who is coming from inside your inner soul
Your body once feel loved is an very high level where it feels like it is flying
This is the absolute connection with the divine
We are close to God once we’ve stopped to overthink and trust completely the Divine word
Love
I am the Alpha and the Omega says to us
As we are connected with the Divine
Love can only be multiplied
So do not afraid to give love away
Because God will always give you light and love through your heart
Love yourself
Try to achieve your dreams
Be with people who love and support you
EVA Petropoulou Lianou 
I loved the first two lines…”First you need to understand the energy of giving without waiting for the rewards Love/Second you need to accept yourself and try every day to become a better person…” These are the foundations of “love” as I feel it and often manifest it. I will re-read these words of love and inspiration daily as part of my daily mantras. Thank you Eva!
Jacques Fleury, author of “You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self”
https://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewworks_all.asp?Authorid=60536
I love this poem about love!
Yes, love can only be multiplied. What is the meaning of love to a poet? It makes the world go round, it is muse, it inspires, it transforms, it impacts selflessly, it gives. It gives. There are no rules in love, no sinister expectations. Love is a journey, like a murmuration, it is bedazzling in scope, landscape and scenario. Poets like Mary Oliver, Adiela Akoo, Silke Heiss, myself included, are endlessly inspired by the gifts of love. Love is the inseparable companion of creativity.
Abigail George, author of “Did You Get Married to Her when I was in the Mental Hospital”, a prose poetry collection on grief, heartbreak and longing to belong.
Night has taken you away from me for the last time. I think of you standing in the doorway that night. I am thinking of the night that you left. The night that you forgot to say goodbye to me. I am left thinking of our first kiss and how I trembled as I suppose every woman trembles in her first love’s arms. Now you are gone. Now you have vanished into the distance and ether somewhere. Good and kind for someone else. Someone else’s reason but not for me. No, not for me. Once your soul belonged to me. It doesn’t anymore. Arms. Branches. Warmth slowly returning to me. And so, I cling to your memory. The miracle that I once found in your mouth. You are hard to find now. I grieve for you. For what was once beautiful and filled with grace, truth, purpose, feeling. For what was once eternal and belonged to me.