I
could never write and express myself about love. Do all those cute and
intelligent descriptions that seem so easy to say when actually they aren´t
because they always need a good dose of inspiration and above all a good dose
of life experience sometimes only poets (but not any poet) can describe, define
and feel what love really is because in my opinion not everyone can feel and
most importantly enjoy what love gives us.
Love
will never equate to death because love is life; love makes us feel alive and happy.
I usually say that love is like a beginning with no end unless we don´t want
to. Although we can talk about love – it´s not easy but it is possible- it
cannot speak for itself. Love is similar to a song because both don´t have a
language, they have a soul.
Love
is creation not destruction. If love kills, that´s because it wasn´t love of
course! It was something ugly, nasty…
Love
doesn´t match with dependence in the same way that respect is not similar to
obedience. They are very different things and make for different reactions. We
belong to anyone. We are together and in touch but we´re n property of other
people – everyone calls it freedom!
Love
can lead to several consequences: some are good, others are cruel. You can be
happy with love but when it becomes a drug and you´re addicted it may end your
life physically and socially. Love that ends with your life and makes of you an
addict is not true love because this kind of love is immortal. Love is not part
of our bodies. It belongs to our soul.
