‘LOVE’
Hello friends,
Hope you had a nice weekend. You enjoyed most of your leisure time and spend time with your family and friends. We all know about love. Love is that kind of emotion that doesn’t require any definition, rules, regulations, or anything. It’s a feeling, that we can feel but is hard to explain. Discussion about this topic can be an endless description or it's also possible to say the word that can bring a thousand stories and that epic word is ‘LOVE’. Nevertheless, it’s worth mentioning that today’s topic is LOVE.
We all might have experienced love in different ways. People often mixed feelings of affection, fascination, and desire with love. Love is more associated with a strong feeling of selflessness. Once I asked my friend, what she think, what is love? She answered that Love is the feeling when you care for someone, more than you”. Another friend of mine explained ‘Love is like a Dog’, it's faithful, harmless but sometimes aggressive. And once it’s become your pet, no matter what, it will always be with you.
If I ask you, what do you understand about LOVE? You might be ended up with a story, a poem. If I consider, Love as a feeling, it will be one of the ancient feelings of the world after hunger and desire. Some people say love is nothing but agony of desire for something that you really want. The definition of love, never makes people confused but the Love itself makes us confused sometimes when you really need to decide. Choose someone or something and leave another thing or a person. That’s how all the well-known stories, movies, and songs about Love is a tragic feelings.
Adam & Eve, Romeo & Juliet, Laila & Majnu, Shiri & Farhad, or even Jack and Rose are these stories we are very familiar with. We all know, the story of Helena, and her beauty of her.
Whenever a poet describes love they always describe its beauty of it, the pain it consists of, and the pleasure it gives. Let’s see what the poet described as love,
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' Love Is Enough' by William Morris.
‘Love is enough: though the World be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the sky is too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills are held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder
And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter.
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and the eyes of the loved and the lover.’
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‘If I should think of love’ By William Shakespeare.
“If I should think of love, I’d think of you.
If I should think of love
I’d think of you, your arms uplifted,
Tying your hair in plaits above,
The lyre shape of your arms and shoulders,
The soft curve of your winding head.
No melody is sweeter, nor could Orpheus
So have bewitched. I think of this,
And all my universe becomes perfection.
But were you in my arms, dear love,
The happiness would take my breath away,
No thought could match that ecstasy,
No song encompasses it, no other world.
If I should think of love,
I’d think of you.”
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'Unending Love' by Rabindranath Tagore.
“I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age-old pain,
It's an ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end, you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, is the love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all love merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.”
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