There is no personal love.
The psyche that seeks to claim love is that seeking: and will be so overwhelmed by the brilliant infinite intensity of love that it will be destabilized and annihilated.
Only in the absence of need are we truly free to fully receive: for the personal self is a vessel too fragile and gaunt to bear the magnificent brilliance of the love that we are.
You can not come clad in I, and mine, and me, into the temple of love.
You must be naked to receive the warmth of the sun. You can not come begging, but with a selfless heart as offering, bow into a prostration that dissolves you in the substratum of oneness that you ever ever are.
Free of need: Free to receive. Don’t come to me clad in the rags of identity of the thread of this lifetime, but naked in the timeless eternity of your beingness, and let love ignite you like the humble wick of a brilliant flame.