Love

Love is nothing more than a temporary maddness. It is not doves flying in the air or angles struming their harps. It is an earthquake, something unexpected and unplaned that at the beginning is fierce and strong... but then subsides and when it does you have to figure out how strong you both really are. How deep the roots you have been growing really go. Getting to that point where you know that your hearts have become so entwined that it would impossible to walk away from one another. Becuase that is what love really is. That desire to look each other in the face when worst has come to worst, where that person that is holding your hand is without a doubt the person you want there holding your hand. Its not that breathless moments or the heavy handed words that you try so despreatly to ooze in efforts to convience the other person that you are just as romantic and loving as any fantasy they could ever have. Its coming to a realization that no matter what life could throw at you, no matter what path you could take the person that you can look in the eye and express your love from the words that are not said is the only person that you could ever want there... when you find that feeling. When you can hold your troubles in your hand and then gladly with no hesitation give them up you have found that love.