Steering life gets harder amidst crusades of emotions but when it comes to the strongest feeling as ever...surrender's no ignominy and thoughts are rendered pristine.The drive's involuntary.Love's a farrago of myriad feelings like...admiration...exasperation...respect...possession...passion...felicity...grief...reminiscences n above all an understanding.Its in essence an austere verity...unison of minds n concoction of hearts.
Its weird to find people cogitating over such an ubiquitous reality and strange's heart when such wandering souls fail to empathize at such cross roads of their life.
For all those hardnosed psyches cornered between beleiving and accepting love....Shakespeare voices the most subtle way:
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. "
Does this suffice for an honest confession ?
