Love, noun and verb

To need or require; benefit greatly from as a verb.

A profoundly tender, passionate affection as a noun.


We love and loved so freely that we forget the root of its existence. We love and loved so deeply that we've lost its depth.

It is fair to say that I have been in love, loved, love, and been loved by loving or not loving another that was loved and love them. Yet, I still can't seem to get it right. I still can't seem to figure out how it is created, when it takes form, and when we acknowledge its there. These three things happen at all different times, this we know, Yet most are unsure as when this happens. But does it really matter? To me simply, yes.

It matters because it hurts. It matters when you hit me. It matters when you don't call. It matters when you leave. It matters when you lie. It matters because it feels good. It matters when you die. It matters when you yell. It matters when you sing. It matters when you laugh. It matters when you cry. It matters when you sleep. It matters when you speak. It matters when you make LOVE to me. It matters when you... LOVE ME.

So if all this matters than why do we not know when it is created, formed, and known. It is unspoken until it is said, it is not there until it appears,It is forgotten before it is known. How does this happen?

We take advantage of love. We take advantage of the feeling of love, words of love, look of love.

I no longer wish to find love, be loved, fall in love. I wish to form, create, and than know love, because that is love at its purest form.




This is my first blog in several months thanks to my dear friend.