[dania]

~*~Emot!on oF LoVe~*~

Many have said that a man in Love is a foolish man.
The emotion of Love seperates a person from their senses.
Love is a dense cloud consuming the mind.
So what can you call it when the clouds
that seem forever there suddenly dissapate?
When you find the one who's thoughts reveal your own.
When you find the truest peace and trust in the sound of another's voice.
When the passion does not consume you,
but elevates you both to a higher level than love ever fell up to.
There can't be one way to describe it, to feel it in words.
It is so complex that it can never be taught, and yet so simple once found.
It forms when you don't notice, and by the time you notice it is too late.
She becomes a part of you, and you become a part of her.
No one word symbolises this truest of friendships,
and no one word needs to.
When you have it, it is like nothing else in the world.
Everything that is given a term has that term corrupted
by those who search for its true meaning and fail.
How long have people feared to give a name to G-d?
Perhaps this is why no word describes this feeling
in my heart, soul, and mind.
Only those wise enough not to give it
the opportunity to be corrupted feel it,
or else those who feel it become wise.