Where is the love

My Love wanders like the seasons, like a path that crosses and meets other ways, like a ball rolling and  drawn expands in each rotation, I am awake to this. When love avails , we grow in grace, when love ends, a path appears in suffering. Yet , in the suffering is the grace of love's growth, it can not be dispelled , all past love is part of the greater love yet to manifest. You whom I have loved are part of my love , now...