Om

"This life is perfect,"
he said in tears.
"I cannot live without you."

Nothing, exists.
Nothing except infinite love.
And yet this infinite love suffers infinitely.
Yet suffering is nothing, because nothing suffers.
There is nothing except love.
And this love says, in tears,
that all is perfect,
and grateful, simply longs, wishes,
yearns, loves itself out of existence,
or into itself.

Strange that desire is worshipped so much, since
Nothing keeps us from love so much as desire.

Although desire is one of the necessary steps for suffering - :lol:
But, if I desired love, I wouldn't desire,
or, I wouldn't desire anything except that love.
And I would desire that love as greatly as possible, to make up for all the countless mundane desires I had had, because I saw how much folly they were.
This is the yearning for love which is necessary to find that love.