I Make More

My love is an eternal spring—

always rising,

always clear.

Even now,

in these early tremors

of something new,

I feel it moving in me—

warm, fresh,

alive again.

Nothing is taken.

Nothing is lost.

What flows from me

returns to me,

wider, brighter,

full of its own promise.

I don’t fear giving.

I don’t fear beginning.

The spring never stills.

It just keeps rising.

And as love gathers again,

I make more.