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What IS Love? Is it a need or a wanting? If it's a wanting, then what is it that they want? Maybe, it's a sense of security, like being in someone's arms. Knowing that they will always be there for you. If it's a need, then maybe they need that jump in their heart, like when that someone kisses you sweetly. Maybe they need that tingleing feeling inside when you gaze into each other's eyes. Maybe it's a sense of trust, knowing that if you let them go, that they will always come back. I think it's when you hold each other close, it's when you fit perfectly, and it feel right.
Many different people have many definitions of Love. Some people fear it, and some people search for it. The rest wait. Waiting for them to come to you.
Maybe Love is an instant connection that you can feel when your eyes make contact. Maybe it's a sense of lightness and when you hold their hand, that's the only thing that keeps you from floating away.
Maybe it's when you hold me, and I never want to let you go. Although Love is just a four-letter word, it has the biggest meaning in the world. But, I can define it in three words....
"You and Me".




Not really a great writing.. just a little curiousity , I guess.

id like to hear ur opinions on this

I suppose my favorite passage about love comes from Joseph Campbell's The Power Of Myth

So through the eyes love attains the heart:
For the eyes are the scouts of the heart,
And the eyes go reconnoitering
For what it would please the heart to possess.
And when they are in full accord
And firm, all three, in one resolve,
At that time, perfect love is born
From what the eyes have made welcome to the heart.
Not otherwise can love either be born or have commencement
Than by this birth and commencement moved by inclination.

By the grace and by command
Of these three, and from their pleasure,
Love is born, who its fair hope
Goes comforting her friends.
For as all true lovers
Know, love is perfect kindness,
Which is born - there is no doubt - from the heart and eyes.
The eyes make it blossom; the heart matures it:
Love, which is the fruit of their very seed.

Guiraut de Bornelh
(c. 1138-1200?)

http://www.jcf.org/moment.php

http://cunnan.sca.org.au/wiki/Guiraut_de_Bornelh


There is the zeal of the organs for each other, but beyond that there is true love. As old as I am I still believe in true love. I don't remember the tingly feeling. It was more like a stillness in my heart.

Blackberry Winter by Margaret Mead, if I had a granddaughter I would give her that book for her 16th birthday. I think I would give it to my imaginary grandson too. For some insight into female spatiality. Mead had three husbands and she describes how that came about. A fortunate few who get it right the first time.

“Lovers who promise forever speak mindless of time’s constant prowl.
Time is the unbending deserter and it leaves you only the now” jitterbug


It is a blessing to find something you love to do

It is a pleasure to read you.

Thanks

Keep on writing

If you are referring to the writing itself, we all have questions.

If you are referring to the question of love..then I do not know what to say. Love for me has lost its original meaning and feel. That feeling that your life would end if anything were to happen to the love. The feeling that you would do anything in the world for the one you love, go anywhere they want to go, overlook all the faults, and become blind. So basically for me love is non-existent because that kind of love I do not think I will ever find again...and I don't think I will be looking for it any time soon either.

As for the writing--I haven't gotten my teaching certificate yet...but I'm working on it. For a reflective or questioning narrative/essay you are off to a good start. Polish, polish, polish.

P.S. if you are not who I think you are, then just disregard my ramblings.


love lots