My Life

My very first memory about love was the pain.

I didn't know it was wrong, I just knew I was hungry for the touch of another human.

I would take the emotion the feeling of being loved from anyone and any where

I was three years old when I was forced to give love or go without.

I was seven years old when I was taught how to give love and not complain.

I was ten years old when I learned that a Father could hurt you in more ways than one.

When I was 18 I gave my love away of my own choice. Turns out love still hurt.

By the age of 21 I learned to hide the hurt and to survive the pain of being loved.

But When I turned 22, I learned that love is free. It is given with no strings, no holding back.

After years of searching for it, I found it in the eyes of a baby.

I have since learned to love freely, unashamed and no holding back. This is love.