Some people spend their lives in pursuit of true love, while it seems to drop into the lap of others. What is true love? How do the poets and sages define it? Read on and you may be surprised.True love is not an ideal or something to possess, it's what happens when two people give their relationship the creativity and attention needed to balance the complexities of two hearts.
Perfect love is rare indeed—for to be a loverwill require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes.
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else?
A madness most discreet,a choking gall and a preserving sweet.
True love is night jasmine,
a diamond in darkness,
the heartbeat no cardiologist
has ever heard. It is the most
common of miracles, fashioned
of fleecy clouds
a handful of stars
tossed into the night sky.
a diamond in darkness,
the heartbeat no cardiologist
has ever heard. It is the most
common of miracles, fashioned
of fleecy clouds
a handful of stars
tossed into the night sky.
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