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If love is, what is it ?
Posted by Aundra……….you are, and always and have been, my dream.
……….there is no more in my body for anything else but you.
………..I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
Eloquence is sometimes lyrical, sometimes powerful, but unless it includes love, unless the words caress the heart as well as the ear, it is a beauty that inspires but does not heal.
Does your mind think it first and then your heart believes it too?
Or does your heart feel it first and then whisper to you mind what has happened?
Is it the rhythm of your rapidly beating heart when that “special” someone is near?
I’m lost in a fog of depression, everything I seem to hold dear crumbles like burnt paper in my hands
The human heart is a strange vessel, it tells, listens, respects the truth and never pretends, yet the hear loves but moods have no loyalty. Only one thing is predictable about emotions: They will change.
I was told that, when it comes to love — though it may be hard to tell the difference — seek not one who compliments you, but one who complements you.
So, *sighs*….what is love?
I was writing in my journal when I, quite without thinking, wrote this line:
What else is love but the continued acceptance of a person despite the person’s flaws?
Though it’s not the perfect definition of love, I thought it was pretty good. And if you love me, you’d agree, wouldn’t you?