I guess love is never a feeling. Its just the statement of the heart. Its where the heart proclaims, stores thoughts about someone that's not just a mere other in your life. Its only an echo of the kindness another one is showing us. Its never a feeling.
For the heart never feels. It only beats.
But as it beats, it thumps a name.
And that name wreck havocs the normal regimen of your heart, rigs your mind, alters your thoughts and lets your heart see things beyond normalcy.
Thus, making you FEEL such things.
Such things that delight your system, sets your heart to uproar and invades your thoughts ,making it nevertheless different from what it used to be.
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PoesíaIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
