Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Love springs from somethings. Sometimes a whisper, a warm embrace, a simple card, all can pull a heart and make it leap. The idea of a day dedicated to love has always kept me alive. Partly because I remember how love came to be for me. I remember its first touch, its first kiss, its sweet embrace, and all the ways it keeps me humble. We have been here before years with the ones called to save us. His idea of love is a hiding place when storms rage. I have seen love move depths so wide that I stood still in awe. I have seen love give life almost dead that I still stood in awe. I wouldn’t trade this love for anything and on this day where we all gather to love the love we call our own, may love in the air be love you come to love that is always rare. Keep love!