Love.
What is love? Its like music, meant to be enjoyed. Can it be explained? Should it be explained?
We humans giveth ourselves to love, embrace ourselves in its silken fetters.When we ourselves are struck by that arrow We say that its 'love at first sight'. When we want to speak of the dating period we say ' love makes the world go round'. Indeed the love is a crazed madness, a drastic form of attraction, a pressure building up on the insides of a balloon. it erupts in a burst of fury then subsides. Like a bubble gum- its blown up, bursts, then relaxes, a gentle folding skin, only to become part of the gum again. But no, love is not something that's so easily rebounds itself upon the person that exudes that. It comes, and when it goes, it leaves nothing but a broken heart as a parting present.