Love keeps you young and yet, so full-grown,
because Love is a stage where you understand things further and better and the deeper you
do that… the harder to understand the play of acting bread-and-butter and
pretending to be 'the wise old man'... is.
Love is impatient, making us act sometimes and most times like crazy for people we oh so want!
Love locks you in a state in
which you are free to move. And even though it makes you strong enough to be
forgiven, Love makes you weak enough to forgive.
Don’t trust Love! It’s tricky.
You say you can be fully rational, and to a certain point, I dare to believe
you. It’s that one single time that you go out unaccompanied by your rational buddies
and Love attacks throwing arrows at you - because Love is all around. And
magic! You’ll never again think the same...
Love makes you complete, from A
to Z, but hey… why is your mind so “%^&(*&*)*(*&%?>}{}@” most of
the time then?
Love is not blind. No-No! Love
observes all the flaws and ironically looks at them like it is... abstract art.
Love is not best friends with
Sleep - because your eyes are too busy with the smile on your face.
Love is never there when you need
it. It is here-and-now, perpetually.
Love is a bandit. Not only it
steals hearts, but when safe enough, it steals last names too.
Love does not know many things,
but it always solves the biggest issues.
Love is destructive. It brings
down ego, greed, loneliness, immaturity, bad ass-ness…
Love is not perfect. Love makes
mistakes too. But it keeps going.
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