The expression of human love is like a heartbeat. Its pulse is regular, spiritual, profound, and communicates itself easily across any gap, real or conceptual. They rhythm is part of the medium of relation. And the pulse carries, indeed, the true expressions of this relation. A truth that neither words nor descriptions have purchase upon. A truth sensed in the silence of the soul’s inner councils.

And it cannot be mimicked or counterfeited. There is a wavelength upon which it travels, and only love’s pulse obtains there. It is a song that the deepest roots of the soul both send and receive. This ineffable transport is sacred, and cannot be violated, and yet fear may indeed distort one’s receptions of its most intimate transmissions.