Sometimes it feels explosive, but not if you stare at it. If you wonder "what is the name and shape of this love I have?" it will wink and shy away, weary of your attempts to categorize. But love is there. It is positively seeping out of you into the world. Let it flow.
You know what your weakness is? You have so much love in you-too much. You give & give & you give till you have nothing left. Till your blood runs dry & your bones lie naked, yet you would gladly give your bones away. You have nothing but love brimming in you, but that love was never for yourself.