Moonlight trails to you,
a trillion sparks flitting on
the rippling water.
Deciding The Category Love Belongs to
As much as I would love to say, heart, his literary brother brain prevents me from doing so. Well, biologically, he is right. So, I am helpless. The heart is an organ which pumps blood throughout thy body, says Google.
Love. It’s the purest emotion. And I am still unclear on the word choice right there. Why is it pure? Why can’t it be the most beautiful one? Why can’t it be the most emotional one? I am finding it extremely difficult to adjust with pure.
Well, as a Science student, let me consider the scientific aspect of pure. A pure substance is something that contains only one type of particles, again says Google. And upon derivating, we can conclude that it might not hold anything else but love. No hatred. No anger. No distress. No sadness. Nothing else but love. Now that makes some sense.
But now, as a human, let me consider the experience side of love. I have found most of my friends to be lovers. Yes, I am a teenager. And quite wonderfully, I found a mixture of emotions in every one of them. So, Science seems to collide with Psychology here. Now, this is taking forever. So let’s try to conclude, shall we not?
So, we have considered various aspects of love. And each one of those gave us different answers. So, let’s conclude that love is related to a very famous expression in Mathematics. It is not defined. More correctly, it is for you to find.
. . . . . .
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. . Love . is . weaved . . . .
. . . through . space . and. . time . .
. with. threads . of . mes sy . .sticky . under standing,
. like .spider .webs; .our . precious orbs
. of .. strongest . . stuff . on . Earth.. So. . strong. it . can .
seem .almost surreal . yet .can . still . .be br.o. ken .....,,,
. . . . . . . . .
. luckily, .we . have .the . gla . nds . to. trans. form . liquid silk .
. . into . new .threads, . and . repair .old . threads . alike. .
. . con .nect ing . souls .with . woven . . .
. . .strands of . deepest .meaning . . .
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It just is
The moon covers my e
but never masking the tears of my l o n g i n g.
I've searched for half my life for t
for y o u.
When hearts bleed,
When minds despair,
When souls weep,
. . . .
l o v e
love comes from the vast space,
the ever-expanding sky,
the infinite universe
love is the element
that you never see
on the charts
love is a poisonous gas
that portrudes from dying stars
love makes its way
into the oxygen,
affecting unsuspecting victims
nobody is safe
from the toxins
love is as old
as the first living thing
as the first beating heart
as the first “I love you”
love is not meant to be understood
love is not a human concept
love is beyond mere earth
love comes from
everything and anything;
as infinite and impure as the universe itself,
as old as the first dying star
Love comes from words and actions that makes our heart and brain journey on series of questions.
Love came from
I love you, I said
Where your love came from? he asked.
From where? What should I say?
From bottom of my heart?
From my mind?
From my brain or every cells in my body?
Dunno. Where it came from acutally.
I looked at his eyes.
It doesn’t matter, I just love you.
It DOES matter. He emphasised.
Okay, fine. Forget it. I sighed.
He smiled, then embraced me.
Hey, I love you too. He whispered into my ear.
I pulled him away.
Now where YOUR love came from, I shouted.
He smiled again.
I NEED THE ANSWR, I screamed.
Wanna know that.
My love, it came from you. Not at the very first galance.
But day after day, little by little it came from you.
I love you because the love I want it came from you.
CAME FROM ME? That doesn’t make sense.
He pinched my cheek. That does.
Love came from the persons or things that make us to fall in love with them.
If love came from my self, I would’ve love anything.
But it doesn’t work like that.
For me, love came from YOU.
You will find love someday.
But how do I know that’s true?
How do I find it then?
Love’s not how but where.
Then tell me where.
Love is in nature where man walks on earth.
The flowers that bloom
give the love to the bees
who travel around
and give it to trees.
The trees send it off
in the breeze through the leaves.
The birds high above
take it up like a dove
to place in their nest
and keep it their best.
While the rest of the love
is breathed by creatures below,
the poor fish in the sea
get the left overs for free.
we get it from all the above,
the flowers that bloom
and the bees and the trees,
the bird in the sky
and the creatures who do not fly,
and the fish down below
spare the little they can,
to give us the love that we don’t understand.
That is where you will find love someday.
And I know they are right.
Connection comes from atoms,
Far out in the cosmos,
Splitting like glass,
Becoming something bigger than itself,
And that's how all love,
Platonic, family, romantic,
That's how it came to be,
So when you go through life,
Feeling a pull in your chest towards something right,
It is the atom coming back together,
Coming back to make something beautiful.