The impervious definition of what we conclude today as "Love"
The river that has not been a part of water and,pebbles that are never to be moistened by the breath of the shivering glistened dew.
Love is not a feeling but an element, an element that can be transferred.
It is not just an experience but a detail, detail of every single minute that coalesces into a second that makes all the hours into days and hence the months into years.
'They' speak and thus it is to be believed that each particle has its own reason.
Introspect and maybe you will find how love and reason are the offspring of the same seed.
Love is conscious, and so is reason. Love is not blind and it is only an excuse to exercise the need of placing the title of the censure upon the stupor.
love is and will forever be a book. never written well, but rather over-written.
the more you may seek to dwell into, the more you will be lost.
love is not created by wine.
not by man
man only addresses love
man only pretends
love is untouchable
love is indefinite and yet absolutely nothing.
more than else ..
love is a word
a word that cannot be detained in a language
that cannot be bound into emotion
love is the only truth
Let there be Love,
but let it stay Divine.