Love is...
Love. It is probably a contender for the least understood concept... it is an enigma that eludes research... it is the proponent for irrational thought... it is the drive which propels us to do great things... it is a paradox unexplicable by Man. It, is love.
Love can leave people feeling more down than they ever have. It has the power to sway people's emotions and temper from extreme, to extreme. It can bring untold amounts of worry, and brings forth a lingering cloud of doubt. It resurfaces thoughts and feelings we would have wanted never to come to know of again. Those caught in the web of love are haunted by the omnipresence of a particular individual in their minds. They cannot escape. Any attempt to forget brings about even more thoughts... Love is the specter of depression.
Love can make people feel as though they had visited the heavens; as though they were joy incarnate. People do great things in the name of love, love for a desired one. People do small things in the name of love, love for a desired one. The magnitude is not of matter. What matters, is that they have done something. That memory stays forever, a happy reminiscence. Love an expression of affection of the highest order. It is the culmination of what some live for. Through love, we feel more complete as a person, having experienced firsthand what it is from others... Love is the emissary of joy.
Love is... what you make it to be.
Love is... Corinthians 13:4-7
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Love. It is probably a contender for the least understood concept... it is an enigma that eludes research... it is the proponent for irrational thought... it is the drive which propels us to do great things... it is a paradox unexplicable by Man. It, is love.
Love can leave people feeling more down than they ever have. It has the power to sway people's emotions and temper from extreme, to extreme. It can bring untold amounts of worry, and brings forth a lingering cloud of doubt. It resurfaces thoughts and feelings we would have wanted never to come to know of again. Those caught in the web of love are haunted by the omnipresence of a particular individual in their minds. They cannot escape. Any attempt to forget brings about even more thoughts... Love is the specter of depression.
Love can make people feel as though they had visited the heavens; as though they were joy incarnate. People do great things in the name of love, love for a desired one. People do small things in the name of love, love for a desired one. The magnitude is not of matter. What matters, is that they have done something. That memory stays forever, a happy reminiscence. Love an expression of affection of the highest order. It is the culmination of what some live for. Through love, we feel more complete as a person, having experienced firsthand what it is from others... Love is the emissary of joy.
Love is... what you make it to be.
Love is... Corinthians 13:4-7
P.S To everybody who actually visits, PLEASE tag...