Do I love you because you are beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you ? Cinderella.This is not for people, who say, 'forget love', I'd rather fall in chocolate. It is for those, who let the misty rains of love, fall softly, but flood the river. The perennial, gnawing, heart hammering, hunger for love, is the lot of human kind. It is a need like no other.

The day you realize, that you can go, without food and water, for a whole day, but definitely not without a single gesture of love. Love was Gods' plan when he made man, since God's divine nature is love. Mark Overby, put it simpy, ''Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense." It is surely sweet tyranny, for the torments are willingly endured by those who love.
When, one gets into the habit of endlessly forgiving, even when the thoughts are eminently murderous, it means that, love has set up house, in your unsuspecting heart. Since love is a law unto itself, there are no rules that apply at all. There can be no self help books or 'learn to love in twenty days', kind of, smart best sellers. It is the wick, that burns constantly, brightening the flame that it lights.
It needs selfless, humble, bowing down, at the altar, that demands sacrifice of the highest order. Winds, can only snuff out, pretty frothy, candles. The bonfire of true love, blazes stronger into an inferno, with the chilling winds. The strangest thing, is that even though we choose the people we like, love chooses us. We have no say in the matter at all. Like a gifted sleuth, it sniffs us out.
A great example, is the lady who sings, as she mops the floor, after her beloved has walked on it with muddy barn boots. Well, if you are sensible about love then beware, for you are then, incapable of love.

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