There is so much love in the world and sometimes it’s so hard to see. Sometimes we close down the door to the love that is already present. When we allow it, it is infinite. A friend of mine gave me a poem that he wrote and I thought it said it all too well
Some bottle Love, seal it, but it leaks out, like when you’ve been drinking
Some let it flow, and it flows and flows, continous, inexhaustible, forever.