Alright, here’s one topic that has been exploited time and time again. Immortalized, misued, violated, raped and crucified for years, for decades, for centuries, since the beginning of time. So why this again? What for? Is there anything new one could say on the matter at all? In fact, there is. Because love has so many faces, so many forms, so many expressions, that all books on Earth combined for a thousand years ahead, wouldn’t even manage to touch the bare surface of that unbelievable mixture of feelings, sensations, and emotions it brings to the poor soul she takes possession of. The perfect, divine mixture of them all. Pure nirvana.
We all have been in love at least once in our lives. Some of us twice, and some of us even more. And no flings referred to here, no one-night stands, no casual encounters for the summer holiday. No, it’s about that deep burning sensation that turns your soul upside down and makes you want it all.
Some say love is physics, while others claim it’s chemistry. Some say it is a curse, while others consider it a blessing. None or all of the above, it is for a fact that love is a God-sent gift. How else could one explain the warmth that overwhelms your entire body when you look at your beloved one and your eyes cross? Or those goosebumps you get whenever they touch you, even though by chance? Those butterflies, increased heart rate, emotions overflowing? Could there be more simple, and yet more complicated and intoxicating feeling?
Pure and uncoditional love has the power to make anything possible. Proven by life and through experience. Love conquers all and it’s her triumph that poets never cease to worship. Along with all the pain and suffering she leaves upon fizzling out. True love, nevertheless, is capable to withstand it all and the magic of that magnificent emotion compares to no other ever known to mankind. And that is why, we strive for it to such an extent. We get hurt, we cry, we cross our hearts and hope to die that we would not let ourselves fall into that trap again. Because love makes us weak, she makes us vulnerable. Exposed and open to that one and only certain person. And yet, we do, we crash the walls and get exposed again. And stumble, and falter, and fall again. Then get up somehow, and heal, and start all over. For there is too much to lose. Once having had the taste of love, one never forgets it. That wonderful feeling that makes our hearts sing, but also that evil master that makes us her slaves. Because love is kind, but also mean. Indeed, she’s gracious, but as well possesive. And she is weak, but also so strong. When mutual, love is divine. But unrequited, she’s torture personified. But it’s all worth it, for better or for worse.
Because all in all, she’s chef-d’œuvre, the masterpiece of God.
Because love is all there is.