Friday, 16 May 2014


Take my hand and lead me to salvation, take my love for love is everlasting and remember the truth that once was spoken, to love another person is to see the face of God.

What is love? May be love is the variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes that ranges from interpersonal affection to pleasure. It can refer to an emotion of a strong attraction and personal attachment. It can also be a virtue representing human kindness, compassion, and affection, the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another. It may also describe compassionate and affectionate actions towards other humans, one's self or animals. 

The one thing over which you have absolute control is your own thoughts. It is this that puts you in a position to control your own feelings.

Love submissively is a condition and conditions tend to survive upon inter-dependably tensional durability. Say what? Say, possibly love is not meant to last forever, yet one abounds all the other sorts and kinds of love.

It is critical vision alone which can mitigate the unimpeded operation of the automatic.

Far from over people incur the pressure of love upon their weary hearts. There is a thing call love, but true love does not exist and love at first sight, enough is enough, plausibly is worse than the placebo effect. Love becomes sympathetic when we believe in Romeo and Juliet. 

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

Then do we really fall in love? No until we can attain that unbreakable aspect of life or thing that only exists between mother and child and it's simply legendary. The love that's carried and nurtured naturally through privacy, a compartment of unprecedented affection and manipulated to survive the natural selection, when it chooses to evolve.

Every day we survive we should be more convinced that the waste of life lies in the love we have not given, the powers we have not used, the selfish prudence that will risk nothing and which, shirking pain, misses happiness as well.

One love that is created by none but sporadically enjoyed and conceived by a mother, love is that which passes many a test through nine months, love possibly can't be offered by man or worse of all arranged by the fallible man. Loving is not falling for a stranger, but bore with pain before an unforgettable emotional first ever hug, that only happens between a mother and a new born baby.

Love keeps on expecting the best! because love keeps on trusting God even when  the right choices you make don't turn out the way you want them to, which makes love sometimes untrue. 

Unfortunately love evolves subjectively and refuses to be reciprocal in strength, so the only person or thing to really love another might end up heart broken. Hypothetically, everyone at a stage in life felt true love, nobody can possibly reproduce that  but a mother would possess that legendary love.

Love is the direct opposite of hate. By definition it's something you can't feel for more than a few minutes at a time, so what's all this bullshit about loving somebody for the rest of your life?

I know that if I ever go looking for my heart's desire, I'll never go any further than my own back yard. For if it isn't there, I never really lost it.