In Italy. In Paradise. In ecstasy.

How is it I’m able to live in Italy? Well, because I’m attached to my Italian true love. Yes, love makes it all possible. Makes dreams come true. Don’t know exactly  when it was that I discovered love. When I was very young, I may have thought of love as silly. And after that, maybe as an abstract concept. Not easily understood. Now I think of love as love. A feeling. An emotion. Don’t necessarily have to define it. Instead, one merely lives in love. Savoring whatever it is. The goodness of being alive. And conscious. Aware. Feeling a romantic impulse. About almost everything. It’s something mental, physical, spiritual. It’s everything. A permeation of one’s total being. Making everything possible. Even living in Italy. In Paradise. In ecstasy. –Jim Broede