Love… it whispers secrets only the heart can hear. “You do not have to be afraid,” it murmurs. “Do not run away.” For love, like a tender seed, is born small and delicate, yet with time, it grows strong and magnificent.

Sometimes, love is present in ways unseen, like a gentle breeze that caresses your face without you knowing. It takes many forms, molds, and aromas, speaking in a myriad of voices, causing smiles and tears, bringing joy and healing. It is the bond between a mother and her child, the laughter shared among friends. It lingers in forgotten corners, a silent testament to its timeless presence.

Old… old… so old, love endures, undiminished by the passage of years. And my love, my dear, is all for you. Love, in its purest form, embraces you, whispers to you, and wraps you in a warmth that transcends time.

Happy Holidays! 🌲❤ May this season be filled with love in all its beautiful forms.

©️Beatriz Esmer