Epitome of Love

LOVE conquers all from birth to tomb. True?..Maybe! But can we really say that we have loved enough and have loved faithfully? Can we say that we are always “in love”?

Maybe “love” is one of the most imperfect adjective or verb in this matter. It may sound definite when spoken, but it is not. The word “love” should always be synonymous with trust. Hearing these lines are very comforting,isn't it? True “love” indulges one’s self, spirit and soul to never ending bliss. But many times, “love” has proven to be devastating. It becomes a prelude to death. That once great feeling of love becomes excruciatingly painful to ones dignity and pride. It is like a poison slowly infecting your system of sanity, your vision of truth, your world of happiness, and your very existence, life.