Attempting to phantom the motive behind the basics of our existence
Will lead us into an intangible abyss
It surpasses human understanding-
The concepts that go into answering the question," What is love?"
Right from when life was taking its baby steps we try to explore the intricacies of the above
Yet the strenght in its simplicity
The dynamics of its diversity makes an Einstein daft
Is it the one that leaves us sore yet longing for more like an ache that seeks to be soothed by which it gnaws(by which from which it tore)?
The feeling that quenches thirsts from an overflowing cup just to draw us deeper with want.
Is it the one that invokes the wrath of the gods and the jealousy of men?
Or the one that opens sores and heals wounds?
I bet it is when you walk through hell with them because you couldnt find heaven
The bane of our existence is our inability to understand that love is not meant to be understood
It is one of the very few that is forever destined to be a mystery
To grasp that we feel it differently, explore it differently, profess it differently and present it differently is to fully embrace the dimension it provides.
For some, it is a tall refreshing glass of water
For others, a ravaging fire
Love is when your eyes twinkle and you have an effortless smile plastered on your face
It is when the whole world fades
Love is when you laugh a little bit harder
It is when you squeeze their hand a little bit tighter
Love is when their comfort and happiness becomes your pursuit
When going the extra mile is not a cause to refute
Love is when it feels safe
Love is warm
Love is thick in thin times
It surpasses all reasoning
Sometimes it is when we walk away;
When we let go of the depressants of reality and swallow the pills of our elation.
It is when we get engrossed in the fallacy of our situation
Throw caution to the wind, step out in faith
Love is only found in places where kindness is a must and patience is a primitive instinct
Love is when we set sail against the waves of fate
I could go on, and talk about what it means when we recognize ourselves even in a sea of faces but i believe that love is truly when you dont want to leave
It is when i choose to stay
Love is what we choose to let it be
*Orion_estesT*
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