Love

What is love? Intelligence gets blurry when it thinks of its explanation.

Lina Hanna Hanna

Our brain power suddenly deteriorates and declines in front of the vastness and grandeur of this word. How often do we try to get a definition or a meaning to love? How tricky it is to get to that place, where we can say love is this or that in simple words… so what is love? It is so much harder to put in an appropriate lexis or language; for love is what is felt in the gardens of the heart and soul , it is what we live, and whatever noble and glorious feeling we experience once we translate into words looses half of its authenticity and legality.

This is just a humble attempt to try and write about the unwritten emotions we employ ourselves into in order to make the best out of life.

Love is the medium of life, miserable and gloomy would be a life that is not shined upon by love. A life with no love is no longer a life but rather an existence. Unless the ship of our existence is not drowned in that sea of emotions, it never is life.

Whether it is a lack of love or one way love, or a flood of love we enjoy to play on all the strings reckless if what we will hear once we play with ease or if we play hard is the symphony we were wishing for or a different treacherous one.

We long to get frenzy of passionate states of beings. For what is passion if not an overflow of love? It is a festive feeling of zest and eagerness that transforms what is dull into an excitement experience, which changes what is mere ordinary into an extraordinary showcase. The intoxication of love, the longing, the yearning, the hunger to feel wanted, desired, sought after is what we all need as a condition to our endurance.

Love is a game we enjoy playing, not thinking of the importance of role playing, the hunter and the prey are both but preys in front of the feeling of adoration.

We long to sing praises for those we love and we make sure they are heard loud and clear and we want the whole world to know we are in love and we want to spend days talking about our beloved, about his wonderful traits and how good he makes us feel about ourselves and that is the joyous part of it.

But we stand mute with the agony of wishing in our hearts when the person we love does not love us back or even worst if he is not emotionally available to love us back. Or we it is a lost love we let slip away through our fingers because we did not hold strong and grab this evaded love… remorse becomes a flesh eating virus when we could have been but we made the wrong decision of not making it be.

And the irony can manifest itself most when we fall for someone who is already taken, who is not ours, who is a forbidden territory marked with a big “DO NOT CROSS” zone, for love is but two hearts, if love is not exclusive that it is not love at all, it might be infatuation, admiration, lust for the flesh and an appetite for sexual chemistry solely.

Heaven is when all the above are combined in the one person we have the many divert multiple feelings towards him, the obsession along to the approbation added to the passionate appeal to a heart that beats for one person and one only … that person sums up all other persons in just one, someone who reduces humanity in himself. Someone when we are alone with we feel we are in the midst of crowds and we feel that everything we need is there, a feeling of conclusion; but once absent we feel the world is deserted and abandoned , where everything forsake us and nothing is ever enough.

When in love we become secure from death, we feel as if we are going to live forever, and while alive no other riches are shiny enough to catch our eyes in a way that even we loose interest of the golden crown itself since when in love.

Love crowns us kings and queens and equals the rich with the poor making the poor rich in his poverty.

But beware of the lure that lurks waiting for you to stumble upon the soft appeal of lust, when your body plays tricks on you, with a “faux love” kind of plea… love is three dimensional it is when your three dimensions are involved to serve ease your eagerness, it is the employ of the flesh and the body to translate the realms of the mind and the heart, it is when you touch the soul through the body and not the other way around , you can never touch the soul if you are only engaging your carnal and desires of the flesh. Desires of the flesh will only satisfy the flesh thereby one dimension whereas there will be a lack of the other two and as a result that appetite once fed will cease to exist and we will find ourselves again in the search of a new different one and we will never feel the contentment we ask for.

Separation and its pang is a killer. We are in a state of agony having our hearts alienated, estranged from the heart that answers and hears its rhythm, it is a sweet torture, a pleasurable ordeal we gladly take until we are united again with our far away beloved.

Never stop swimming in the sea of love, ride its waves or be submerged beneath it, for any shore love will take you to, will be a shore you will sure enjoy to endure.

Be passionate, do everything with passion: Talk, look, hear, shout, hate, dance, sing, work, and drive with passion.

Come and cross the bridges, destroy the walls of vanity and pride that keep you from yielding and surrendering to the supremacy and sovereignty of love.

And remember this: Love needs no rational demonstration or proof, love is always shown brightly radiating full, in the eyes of those who are in love; the eyes give them away when they wish to remain secretly.

Just cheer for being in love and say as the Rumi said:

“…Heart, congratulations on entering the circle of lovers,

“On gazing beyond the range of the eye…”