Love in it's many words
Am I unjustily selfish for my veiws and points placed upon the foundation and charastics of love. Love, the word the population uses in excess, the word is faded, grey and grossly misunderstood as other terms accounted for the expressions of like, fond of, and caring. There is, however, I gap beyond all recognition between these words and their actions and emotions they behold to the beholder and their endlessly beating hearts.
I am told with unrelequent feeling and undoubted matter of fact opinion, that love is something one can not truly attain as that "True Love", "Perfect Love", or "Ultimate Love". In otherwords, a Soul-mate. No matter how hard one tries in his best attributes and behavior patterns, that he or she shall always fall back on looking upon others and fantasizing of them, when they say they love someone else. I am told this is a good thing, a natural thing and it doesn't nessecarilly mean that you do not in fact love that person. On the contrary, it just means your 'hormones' are on the rise. However, I must fully object to this and am overall disgusted by this and cannot see to it otherwise.
If people feel this way, that you may love someone and still see others as an infatuation or one night stand then on what authority do you have the right to pronounce the word love off your tongue and into the ears of the one you say it to? If your eyes linger to somone else, tell me, how do you say you truly love your lover?
I beleive that above all, love is something you can not toss around for slander or entertainment. It is an attachment of the soul that cannot be broken, no, the chains it burdens will forever be bound to your heart in an unveering tightened security that will forever be embedded inside of you. If you love someone, there is no others, and your eyes will only see the one you love when you see the opposite sex walking down the street. You will only think to the one you love and of their beauty that no one else could prevail and this is what holds you contempt and overwhelmed in your undieing love.
Love, You would die for them, wouldn't you? A sacrifice, a poetic sacrifice that is laid down without regret or fear, only a contemp and overwhelming protection you hope to lay down for the only person you love....for without them, what is the point on living? The days will be dreary and grey, but this you may say is only a rainstorm padding it's way through your window sill and will drift away when the sun is ready to shine. Yet, the upset of balance has been tossed and there grey and rainy day is not only your heart but your soul and the very existence of you and soon it will drown you into a never endless river and all the air you once breathed will never again touch your lips. No, it would be like living forever without youth. Everyday you become older and older and yet you can no longer die on this world, and you cannot decay but only shrunken and disformed into the skeleton and misfiting creature that was once your beautiful body of elegance.
If it was true, that love was not a true love or perfect love undieing captivity of the one you express your heart to, then think upon all the love songs one may hear, the traveling melodies and notes that capture your mind and toss you into a world of passion and feelings which with words alone could never be expressed. If people in this world can create such a thing, then tell me we cannot have true love? Music comes from the heart and it is the true feelings, it does not lie nor does it shadow or sugar the feelings. It is the raw power and energy that emitts from us, and from it we can share with the world what they are missing and that they have forgotten what love truely is, that in their depressed state and failures and giving up on it that they cursed it and said that it did not exist!
Pitiful humans! Pitiful dumb beasts! You cannot even see with your own eyes and because your love has left you in the mud and the rain you wish to say that it is true for everyone and there is no such thing as a perfect love and it is only but an idealism that the young create and hang onto for hope, a blindless hope. But, I , will never fall prey to this, the pitiful dumb beasts that do not know right from wrong or even what way to travel their own road that will lead to their fates. No, I will always and forever more beleive in True love, the freshened love that never stails nor gets old. My body will decay, but my heart will live on.
I am told with unrelequent feeling and undoubted matter of fact opinion, that love is something one can not truly attain as that "True Love", "Perfect Love", or "Ultimate Love". In otherwords, a Soul-mate. No matter how hard one tries in his best attributes and behavior patterns, that he or she shall always fall back on looking upon others and fantasizing of them, when they say they love someone else. I am told this is a good thing, a natural thing and it doesn't nessecarilly mean that you do not in fact love that person. On the contrary, it just means your 'hormones' are on the rise. However, I must fully object to this and am overall disgusted by this and cannot see to it otherwise.
If people feel this way, that you may love someone and still see others as an infatuation or one night stand then on what authority do you have the right to pronounce the word love off your tongue and into the ears of the one you say it to? If your eyes linger to somone else, tell me, how do you say you truly love your lover?
I beleive that above all, love is something you can not toss around for slander or entertainment. It is an attachment of the soul that cannot be broken, no, the chains it burdens will forever be bound to your heart in an unveering tightened security that will forever be embedded inside of you. If you love someone, there is no others, and your eyes will only see the one you love when you see the opposite sex walking down the street. You will only think to the one you love and of their beauty that no one else could prevail and this is what holds you contempt and overwhelmed in your undieing love.
Love, You would die for them, wouldn't you? A sacrifice, a poetic sacrifice that is laid down without regret or fear, only a contemp and overwhelming protection you hope to lay down for the only person you love....for without them, what is the point on living? The days will be dreary and grey, but this you may say is only a rainstorm padding it's way through your window sill and will drift away when the sun is ready to shine. Yet, the upset of balance has been tossed and there grey and rainy day is not only your heart but your soul and the very existence of you and soon it will drown you into a never endless river and all the air you once breathed will never again touch your lips. No, it would be like living forever without youth. Everyday you become older and older and yet you can no longer die on this world, and you cannot decay but only shrunken and disformed into the skeleton and misfiting creature that was once your beautiful body of elegance.
If it was true, that love was not a true love or perfect love undieing captivity of the one you express your heart to, then think upon all the love songs one may hear, the traveling melodies and notes that capture your mind and toss you into a world of passion and feelings which with words alone could never be expressed. If people in this world can create such a thing, then tell me we cannot have true love? Music comes from the heart and it is the true feelings, it does not lie nor does it shadow or sugar the feelings. It is the raw power and energy that emitts from us, and from it we can share with the world what they are missing and that they have forgotten what love truely is, that in their depressed state and failures and giving up on it that they cursed it and said that it did not exist!
Pitiful humans! Pitiful dumb beasts! You cannot even see with your own eyes and because your love has left you in the mud and the rain you wish to say that it is true for everyone and there is no such thing as a perfect love and it is only but an idealism that the young create and hang onto for hope, a blindless hope. But, I , will never fall prey to this, the pitiful dumb beasts that do not know right from wrong or even what way to travel their own road that will lead to their fates. No, I will always and forever more beleive in True love, the freshened love that never stails nor gets old. My body will decay, but my heart will live on.