To all those whom we have loved, are in love with and to those whom we are yet to love..
Ah, what folly this thing called love, to tug at our heartstrings, to tear away at the very rubric of our sanity.
To turn a grown man into a little boy, with pinpricks of hot tears threatening to gash out in a flood of emotion.
If love be a god, we hold her in the highest esteem. If love be a thing, then it be the most precious thing. But love is not just one thing, it is many things. Love is all around us. The scent from her comely form, the conversation that we delight in followed by the silence that is the sum of our joint existence.
If ever there was an elixir for life. To pour back the fluid of youth into our dry bones. To bring the memories back to vivid life and to take the sting away from the tears. To wash away the dredgery of regret and make hope what it is,..that eternal spring.
Yes indeed, love does conquer all.
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