I've heard
people say love hurts and it is wicked
While some
speak of its glorious elegance
How it had
them enchanted to the spring of life
And the different
shades of colour it brought them
After all,
to love is to allow another inside your soul
Reaching the
depth and breadth of your entity
As you
relinquish your fears and dreams to them
With a hope
that this will end in forever bliss
So, on this
premise, I believe they've all confessed well
Since it’s
only fitting to speak of things from where you see them
Being a blend
of feelings & experience, not just made-up thoughts
To everyone
out there, love has its uniqueness
But my
dissonance on the subject matter is that
Why should
memories of you bring me to tears?
Why can't I
see a piece of you and burst out, laughing?
Is it too
hard to be a source of soothing to someone?
Why start a
thing if the best of you won't go into it?
Love is
observation; of passion, of fear and of delight
To love is to
be in acceptance of every who, what and why
There’s
nothing more sensational than knowing and being known
Nothing more
beautiful than opening yourself up to someone
Being with
them in complete serenity, coexistence and honesty
For me, I
want a better narration on the subject matter
If at all, mine
should be an exception amidst billions of testimonies
Giving
people a better perspective of what and how love should be
This shouldn’t be too much to get done right?