What is love? What is this mysterious emotion that drives grown men to defy kings, gods and nature for its sake? What is this ambrosia that awakens the blush on a maiden's face and lifts her steps as she walks? I see those around me consumed by love. They seem to live in world filled only with contentment. There is a spring, in her step and a secret smile upon her face. There is a …showed first 75 words of 490 total…

…showed last 75 words of 490 total…as inconsistant, and I am fascinated by it. I wish study it as much as to experience it. When is love going come knocking on my door? When can I be absent-minded and have legitimate reason for it? Is it going to be tomorrow? In years time? Next month? Or within the hour? I don't know, but love, I hope you come visit me soon. Because I long to understand and encounter you for myself.