what is love ? why do we seek its so desperately
we know that with it comes the bitter taste of loss?
loss of the first virginal innocent moment of that love
that will come no more ; loss of the red flame of
passion that is extinguished by the corrosive grip of time;
and loss of the affection of the object of your desire .
in his book Symposium , Plato describes sensual Love
as a youth of great beauty dressed in rags .
Epicurus considered love the greatest of follies .
it disturbed the tranquility of your soul sending you
in a whirlpool of emotions that lead to your spiritual
demise .
yet we seek it like vampires seeking for blood
not realizing that the drug that makes you feel
alive will also kill you .
there is no bigger tragedy that those beautiful eyes
that once looked at you with the brilliance of passion
and devotion are forever closed to you .
