My Somewhat Forbidden Love

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Since the poem I read aloud in class, I can't help but wonder what love truly is. In Today's generation it's used so fluently, it's as clear as water. It has lost it's pure value and has become a sudden lie that falls from most peoples mouths.

You can never really tell anymore if a person genuinely means it. It's a constant struggle to love someone and find that same love back. That's the purist kind of love.

If you ask me, love isn't just a feeling. It's a four letter word that holds meanings depending on the person and their situation. There's many types of love. You can love family, friends, pets, objects. But when you find that one person that makes you love blindly? The world has endless possibilities.

Loving blind can have different meanings though. There's the type where you love blind through not seeing the persons heart and personality. All they see is the outside surface and overall identity of a person. They can't see the flaws as perfection, and they can't see the insecurities as harmless. They don't feel the connection or spark that most people encounter when they seek true love. But if they love blindly? They see them as an imperfect perfection. Acceptance for one another and adoring all the little things that make them exactly who they are. That's truly loving blindly.

I love blindly. I love him still. A year passed and not once questioning why he won't unmask himself. It takes patience. I loved his darkness. I love they way he hides in the shadows and shines at night. The brightest of stars shine in the darkest of nights. I'm madly in love with a man that I have yet to meet. That I have yet to completely know. It's a scary feeling not knowing, but with him I don't mind the risk.

I've made it this far and I'm willing to go farther. I feel an aching sensation for him. I want him, and I suppose I need him. He makes me feel something that's never been felt before. He makes me appreciate every second gained with him and I fall in love all over again each and every single time. He drives me mad with his words. He has me under a spell that I do not want yet to be lifted. If this is what love feels like I don't want it to be snatched away.

Love is a seed implanted in ones mind, and as they start to encounter feelings for one another it's roots spread through towards their hearts. And every step taken together creates a bond that is nearly impossible to be broken. As they grow so does that seed and as soon as they become one, it's become a blossoming flower glowing in the rays of sunlight. Let it forever continue to blossom... And let it forever remain pure.

Really very sorry for not updating >.< I'll be back on track but here's a little taste of Madison's poetic side. Hope you enjoy... ~N