We think about it, sing about it, dream about it, lose sleeping hours worrying about it and most of all, hoping to have it. When we don’t have it, we search for it. If we already have it, we fear losing it. What is love then?
Some would say that love moves in mysterious ways because it surprises every one of the feeling it brings. That love is like a medicine used to cure and relieve all the heartaches and pains we’ve been feeling. They said love is blind. That love is like a thorn when you prick it, it really hurts. Other people would say that love is undefined. However philosophers insisted that love conquers all. According to science, love is heterogeneous conglomeration of absurdity calculated to bamboozle the anatomy of the individual who becomes intoxicated with its abominable and irresistible power. No matter how they perceive about it, for me love is a constant source of pleasure and pain but we cannot predict from one minute to the next which it’s going to be. It takes many hours and disguises. We all have love for our parents, family, friends and pets, special someone and even in our personal belongings. Thus, love makes us what we are. In synopsis, love is a four letter word that is easy to spell but difficult to define and impossible to live without.