Love is not possession.
It is presence —
like sunlight touching all,
without claiming, without holding.
When love becomes mine,
it loses its fragrance.
When it flows freely,
it becomes divine.
Love becomes limited
when it is confined to one.
By its very nature, it is infinite—
it does not diminish by sharing;
it only expands.
Let love be —
soft, silent, selfless.
Let it move through you,
not from you.
Do not cling,
just care.
Do not own,
just offer.
Then love becomes prayer.
And every moment,
a blessing.
When love turns into belonging,
possession takes birth;
with possession comes fear —
fear of losing,
and the anxiety of keeping.
But when love flows free,
without claiming or clinging,
it becomes the fragrance of being —
boundless, peaceful, ever new.
True love is not “mine” or “yours”;
it is the space in which we all exist.
