Love, Pt. 2

What can one say about love that has not Already been said before? For love is and always will be amongst the Most popular of subjects. So here is my honest take on love. Love makes fools of us all. As the most coveted of all the treasures, love Cannot be bought and must be won in the Game of love, which has no official rules and Offers very little guidance. That which may come as easy for some seems Impossible for many, and the lengths people will go To, the things they will do for even the Slightest chance of love is irrational and unending. Every day across the globe, thousands fall prey to Those exploiting this longing. And every mark, every victim, every catfish is left Lonely, depressed, and ashamed. Not full of the love, the love they desire, The love they need. Only the realization that what They felt was never love, that it was never Real. It was all just an illusion, A script for a puppet show, and they were The puppet. But still, I implore, if anything, Live life for love. Not the love you desire, but the love that Desires you. The love you know because it hits, And it hits you hard. Don't sell out before you've conquered it. What could have started as a seemingly harmless Spark of interest may one day rupture into an All-out torrent of love, becoming that which you Cannot bear to live with or live without. Love strikes all at once, that love at first Sight feeling that makes you want to turn around And walk by again just to not take any Chances. This love, you must have it. Not because it makes sense. No, it doesn't make any sense. But because this is how you feel. You feel it in your chest and in your Heart. And by God, this feeling is intense. It's so intense that you may not want to Feel this way anymore. But you do feel this way. That is, once pleasant, now it is twisting and Tormenting. Mere thoughts causing a lurching of the Stomach, aching of the heart. And it hurts. All of it. It hurts. Please, make it stop. But while love may hurt in the heart, that Is not where love comes from. No, that is just where it hurts the most. From all the stress, the hormones, the chemicals Coursing through your veins, forming toxins that are Now bubbling inside your body, creating gas that has To escape through the path of least resistance. Right through the middle of your chest. Oh, why did you do this to yourself? Why did you ever love? You should have known better than to dabble with A thing as dangerous as love. For man's heart was never made to endure such Emotional warfare. But alas, it is not your fault. For you did not choose to love just as You could not choose not to love. Love just is. And that is that. Now, are you loved back? Oh, what a cruel curse to love and not Be loved back. The emotions, the pain. For maybe they know of your love, but they Do not care for your suffering. Or even worse, maybe they do not even know Of your love at all. Oh, the torment. Why? Why did God allow this? Why does God allow this? Can't he do anything about it? But God is not the keeper of the rights To love. For love is not a gift for Him to give. As love is a product, The output of a process. The output of the process of life. For as a divine being, even God is not Immune to the effects of love, as we soon Shall see. Which that love is the fabric that Holds all of life together. Both that of the mortal and that of the Divine.