I think I was born in love, in a perfect understanding of my soul, yearning at the tender
adoration from another soul troubadour, in a persuading symmetry of feelings.
The contour of love follows the pattern of the beautiful accident that achieves the crush
on somebody else other than ourselves. Love construct is materialised through the
consummation of one another in a moment of affirmation, in a splendid cinematographic
display of fulfilling gestures of intimacy.
The old sentiment of love is extra corporeal, taking the sublimate form of emotions,
discreetly created in a discourse of desires, ramifying itself unconsciously into the deepest
layers of our ego, making it flourish into a voluptuous independence of our senses.
Love is nonsensical, brave, colourful, restless, defiant, devotional, consistent and many
more .......It has a fatal identity of asymmetric features that encompass the experience of
extraordinary.
We all need a glimpse of metaphysicality in our lives and we take it from everywhere.
First and foremost, we found it in the spiritual substance of faith (referring to
Valentine, the saint who preached about the holy union of marriage in the name of love) and
later, we detected the mystery of love emigrating gradually into lust, but still using the
impalpable methods of the aetherial love, the one that impresses by its fastuous
exposure.
The classic love stories of the world such as: Tristan and Isolde, Cleopatra and Anthony,
Lancelot and Guinevere, Paris and Helena, Romeo and Juliet and so on are impregnated
with absurd and sentimental repertoire of factual or linguistic feelings.
Words come easily when it comes to love. But are they true ? Do they follow the
emotional happenings of the heart? We might say they seldom pursue the genuine
symptoms of the heart.
The turmoil occurred in the intimacy of our souls when we are are involved in the
enterprise of love is impossible to be depicted in a discourse. No matter how skillfully
written or spoken it is, it will be incomplete from amorously point of view, due to its
enthusiastic indications from our souls, putting the emphasis on feelings, depriving us from
our capacity of reasoning.
Love's discourse could be both the most deceiving when coming from an infatuated
ego and the most genuine when it's sprung from the emotional choreography of our souls.
Love is about plotting against ourselves in the most beautiful way.
Words that we have never noticed to know are part of an erratic discourse of feelings
subjected to an ephemeral warranty. Even if the words of love are not always trustworthy,
we use them frantically having the wrong idea that they will soothe our soul's
incandescence.
In the times of legends, the Arthurian characters such as Tristan or Lancelot show their love
through acts of bravery but also through rhetorical missives containing their true passion
in beaming words of poetry.
Even if the poetry follows the traces of our passion, it situates the lover in a dramatic
position of the beguiled bard, unreasonably caught in his own desire to achieve the state of
happiness.
We often project our wish to be involved in a perfect romance into a radiant discourse of
emphatic poetry or in flaring writing of love.Words of love like the ones comprised in the
cards for Valentine's day become a mandatory manifestation of love in a generally
avknowledged time sequence.
Celebration of the oldest passion in the world represents a mesmerising performance of
emotions that articulates our sense of quest into the depths of our soul.
But, in modern times, only cliched words of so-called passion are reiterated in a mad
whirlpool of an empty eloquence.
The acts of bravery, of fighting for your hard to reach, idealistic love perform a lost art of
chivalry, of brazen rituals of wooing and conquering the soul of the dear one.
This universal emotional phenomenon is corrupted by a psychological imbalance promoted
into the contemporary world: the equality between men and women.
The existence of such a daring collective overturn abolished the natural flow of love and
that is the reason why today , love seems to be overrated, obsolete, old fashioned and
embarrassing.
A great and overwhelming confusion in the romantic field has been established in a era
when love is limping because the courtship rites were ripped from the metaphor of love.
In our times,Valentine's Day is deprived of the peaceful war of love, of its Venusian art of
pure and fundamental emotion of innerness and of the magic thrill.
Now, Valentine's day revolves around a tower of phony pleasures in a middle of
consumerist feast of selling emotions. I've been trying to find a genuine gift for Valentine's
day to celebrate the love of my marriage and I was caught in the cardiac frenzy with pinky
hearts scattered everywhere as if they were prepared for a mundane love transplant.
The cards destined for the febrile event contain passionless words that create a bare
universe of stereotypes. The celebration of love should be documented through simple acts
of affection.
Grandeur doesn't have its place in love because love itself holds the grandeur of life in it
.Love doesn't have to be proved every day by songs or poems but felt in the vibrations of
our soul.
We all consider love an extrovert expression of our emotions through verbal manifestation
of our sentiments, but in fact, love captures the conceptual system our personal soul
events.
Everybody has love in his or her heart but we need an activator to extract our passion from
the matrix of our soul.There is no specific day to celebrate love, there is no particular time
for love but it's subtle time for an everlasting surrender in front of your loved one's soul.
True love doesn't have to be seen, it is demure, discrete, generous, sincere, encapsulated in
acts of selfless devotion.
Don't wait for Valentine's day to acclaim your love, you have the rest of the days to perform
small actions of the soul. Love is always a sight for sore eyes, the purest abandonment of
the self.
Don't look for it in spectacular words, you'll never find it there, but in the most hostile and
incomfortable situations of the heart. Love is not always placed in an arcadian sea and it is
easy to be mistaken for something else such as: the wish to be participant in a romantic
context or our nostalgic metaphoric sweetness that we crave for.
Valentine's Day is more Epicurean than Arcadian, a true hinterland of symbols and rituals
that favour the condition of love.
We seldom have the capacity of detecting the verity of the sentiment itself. Sometimes
thinking of a lost love made us consider that we are in love again, but, in fact, we are just
yearning for what love created in us.
As in Valentine 's story in which the emperor Claudius II put to death the priest who made
the celebration of love official, love is a plot, a conflict, a dark bliss and uncomfortable
comfort of the sentiment, a dichotomic structure of good and bad that forms a mythology
of emotions.
Each sentiment needs a ''Claudius II ''kind of war in order to develop a true motivation of
achieving it.
Love is born in the psychological exile of the mind.So ,learn to idealise love as the pure
motivator but don't try to understand its asymmetries!.
Do not be afraid of sailing towards the unknown sea of emotions even if you you will lose
the sight of the shore!
In our times, Valentine's day has doomed love,making it superfluous commercial and vulgar,
so, prepare to restore the glory of the most beautiful human enjoyment!
Cherish the lovers like the most beautiful losers and don't forget love is nothing to do with
your mind sanity
It's insane to be sane !
Have a Valentine feeling throughout your life!
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