Love

The Four letter word which often brings about both happiness and sadness.

They said; Love is like coffee - So addictive and bittersweet at the same time. I agree. Yet again, they said, there is no everlasting love. This, i have to disagree. an everlasting love happens when you're all someone thinks about at the very last moment before his death. I'm one of the lucky ones to have experienced that. Lucky. Its so contradicting to be calling myself lucky, when i have attained that everlasting love only to lose that person that i have love and care about the most to an irresponsible drunk 29 year old man. Funny i should be called lucky when the sun in my sky no longer shine as brightly as they did.

Perchance, one fine day, it will shine as brightly as they did once again. Perhaps. I will Hope, Believe and Trust.

Here, I'll enclose one of my all time favourite Poems extracted from the movie Patch Adams.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."

-Pablo Neruda-