Theory

Love - Road

Love is not a destination, but a space of movement.

Within the motion of our waves,
Love's frequencies and different ways,
Our dreams, like birds upon the breeze,
Fly on and weave through empty space.

And once again we roll the reel
Of days our memories still reveal.
Through streams of doubt, through waves of “no,”
We find the warmth of long ago.

We catch the light within the flow,
Through interference, signal glow.
Across the frequencies we share,
Our melody is everywhere.

And though the meanings shift and stray,
And years dissolve and fade away,
Love isn't where the journey ends —
Love is the road that never ends.

Some fragments of our happiness
Still drift like clouds above our heads,
Then fall as rain in smiling streams
And touch the ground beneath our dreams.

Through mountains built of different words,
We search for love in what we've heard.
Not just the words, but what they mean —
The hidden truth that lies between.

It doesn't matter what I see
Beyond the distant edge of me.
Not time, not light, not empty space —
But why we move, and what we chase.

What matters is what moves us through:
The spark, the essence, something true.
The motives underneath each part,
Their clarity, their honest heart.

We catch the light within the flow,
Through interference, signal glow.
Across the frequencies we share,
Our melody is everywhere.

And though the meanings shift and stray,
And years dissolve and fade away,
Love isn't where the journey ends —
Love is the road that never ends.

Not motion, not a starting line —
Direction is the truer sign.
Not value, not a price assigned —
But something constant through all time.

No quality, no quantity
Can measure what love comes to be.
No scale can hold it, none can prove —
Love is the space in which we move.

Not where we start, but where we aim,
Not measured time, but moments gained.
Not numbers, not the miles apart,
But where our worlds can touch and start.

No price to set, no scale to weigh,
No rules to tell our hearts the way.
Love doesn't fit a measurement —
Love is the space, love is the movement.

We catch the light within the flow,
Through interference, signal glow.
Across the frequencies we share,
Our melody is everywhere.

And though the meanings shift and stray,
And years dissolve and fade away,
Love isn't where the journey ends —
Love is the road that never ends.