Speak to me not of quietude of love
Nor of beauty of love
Nor of bliss of love
Nor of kiss of love
Nor of selflessness of love
Nor of sacrifice of love
I know them all
For I have lived them all
Savoured them all
To the brink of them all.
Speak to me of the selfishness of love
Of the loneliness of love
Of the tortures of love
Of the indifference of love
Of the blindness of love
Of the disdain of love
Of the suicidal leanings of love
These I don't know at all
I am a novice to them all
And from what I experience
I don't love them at all.
The tortures melt in beauty of love. We learn every day about love. Thank you for sharing.
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The experience of love may be poles apart.It differs from person to person, It is divine when it has finest attributes like sacrifice, care, and selflessness, but love can become devilish if clouded by jealousy, selfishness, doubt, possessiveness and revenge.