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I had once heard that love is a river that drowns sorrows.
But love is joy and it is pain.
The sorrow that turns one's tears into the Nile and Euphrates.
Its the open sky on a cloudy day.
It has been the overwhelming sensation of happiness.
It's also the emasculating sadness that penetrates the heart.
It's found in bonds that unite or separates us.
Its the connection between friends , foes , lovers and mistakes.
It is the varying intensity of it that disguises itself in words such as greed , ambition ,
desire, want and hate.
Its that for which a father will give his life to save that of his son.
The sole reason why the fruit of a mother's labor will go to feed that which she already has for 9 months.
The reason why a mother will always be there to defend her child, even when the world considers him nothing but vile.
It is why those who we call family will work themselves to the bone to help us.
The reason why a friend would risk his life to save us.
We can find it in a passionate kiss , reaching for bliss , whose birth came from lips of a virgin heart.
It's found in our beginning in our mother's womb.
But it goes further from our beginning , it's also the last kiss on a bed of dirt before our journeys may possibly restart.
Its the amazing feeling of exctacy that overtakes the body when those three words are uttered and the one you said them to says it back.
It's when words turn from spoken to damaging verbs and a hug or a kiss may not be enough for your counter attack.
Its ridiculous how free it can make us feel or leaves us victim to a cell of our construction with no escape, our own personal Alcatraz.
It's the reason behind many poems and many sad endings.
It's the reason some choose death because the lack of it has become overwhelming.
It was a topic whose meaning Socrates and the philosophers had to debate.
It's the word the earth would use to describe it's relationship with the rain.
It's the reason why the thorns of a rose can pierce an armored plate.
Love is greater than both pain and joy for they both are a part of it.
Love is greater then affection and hate for they too are pieces of it.
Love is so stupid,
yet we hatch ingenious schemes on how we will find the one ,
or say we find them in dreams and dream of those who we can one day trust.
Love is something else.
It can be singular , plural.
Monochromatic or floral.
Monotonous , monogamous
Or anonymous and jaded.
Love is bitter sweet for it's a paradox we've tasted.
Love is confusing , silly, uncomprehending and over priced.
But Love,
Love is too many times an ironic four letter word that is as often underrated.
