Metaphors of Love
Love can be explained in its most simplest terms, yet to some, it can be one of the most complex subjects ever to behold. Centuries have passed, relationships have bloomed but only to have past. They say love is war, easy to begin but hard to end. Love is a violin; the music may stop, then start again leaving its strings, its only remains. Love is friendship set on fire. Love is quicksand that buries a soul. Love feels pain, love cuts deep, love will hurt that leaves none sane. Love is a moth driven to a flame. Love carries hostage and frees no one. Love entangles, love is cold, love breaks hearts and cages the soul. To others, love goes on even when you’ve stopped breathing. Love is endless and measures not a thing.
No matter how one defines love, its mysteries will remain. Metaphors abound the fantasies born in the crevices of our mind, but what is love? It is the only eternal existence upholding mankind. Love is patient, love is kind. Love is not proud nor bares to envy. It rejoices and only seeks truth. Love protects, preserves and only yields in hope. Love should be experienced not just felt, love should be constant not just a day.
Love can be explained it its most simplest terms. Love is, and all-encompassing. Love is, unspoken.