True love endures the worst kinds of pain . . . even betrayal. Appropriately symboled, everyone alive understands an arrow through their heart. No matter how "cutsie" our society tries to make love look, the reality is, it's not for the fainthearted. It cannot justly be measured by infatuation but by passion–synonymous with pain. It requires great courage and endurance. It gives without regard to return on investment. But when unrequited, it can turn lives to stone. It requires everything and yet is shown in simple acts. And when shown in monumental ways, it's as if it cost nothing. Nothing else has been labeled "strong as death" by the Great Book and it is fertilizer out of which the Deep Magic grows. It is the author of life, and yet has been known to kill its owner. Nothing has been more eagerly and zealously sought by those who do not own it. Because true love . . . . . . . . . .true love never dies.
I very much like how you described love here. And I did figure out that was an arrow through the heart before you explained it...although it took me a moment. Like!
ReplyDeleteI love your words. You have always held my heart with them.
ReplyDeleteand I love you.