Love ,I often say,is the most used...misused...and abused a word.
It is less done...more claimed.
And due to this very over usage and over exposure of it's subtleties...love has become like a buffoon or a puppet on a string,played around by one and all...without actually understanding it's implications...depth and beauty.
Love has dimensions and a reach,which goes beyond the expected horizons...it is an entity,which dawns in silence...like a butterfly on the most fragrant a flower...
It just can't be rushed,hurried or forced.
But love is one entity,an all encompassing ,omnipresent,omnipotent presence,which needs to be felt...and basked in the glory of...instead of compartmentalizing it...like a product of this materialistic world.
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