Chuckles, grins, smiles, blushes, laughter, moaning, love bites, shortness of breath,loss of words, craziness, tears, hot tears, premium tears, heart shattering words, heart breaks and hate,though all put together is contradictory, is what you can get from love. Love is so fearful that the Holy Book warns youth to not stir its waters until they are ready for it. But is anyone ever ready? If your love is as sweet as cubes of "St Louis Sugar pack" today, it can turn bitter as vile the next. Love goes through the stages of blissfulness but also hurt. Still, with all the labyrinth of decisions, and in all the craziness and hurt therein, WE ARE ALL HUNGRY FOR LOVE.

Love can leave you so teary that you cannot see the rest of the world yet leave your eyes clear enough to see your lover's smile. Love can let you down emotionally but still make you down to earth for your lover. You let love suck all your joy and yet you say love gives you joy.

Love makes you watch your lover yell at you. Love makes you admire the mouth that your lover uses to spew words that ruin your self esteem. You think of getting the next kiss, you okay? Love can make you let your lover feed on your soul leaving you empty. You need some wholeness yet you don't have your lover still. Don't tell me love is sacrifice. Your lover shot his love bullet to you not to mark you but to shatter your heart into atoms even you cannot put together.

" Leave your lover" , I say. You come up with the excuse of first love. First love? Or the first person you gave a chance to love you. I do not want to indulge in the words you say. You tell me you feel heavenly when your lover looks at you with disdain. I snort in disgust.

With tears, you tell me being hurt in love is the new love trend. I tell myself, I would rather stay unloved than being hurt in love. You do not let me escape my thoughts when you remind me of my love woes. How I forgave my lover after defiling our bed the ninth time I know with a lot I pretend not to know. I can explain myself. I have exhausted my love on my lover. If I left my lover, I would not be able to love anyone else. That is my reasonable excuse, I think. No, let us talk about your lover not mine.

You chuckle and move on to sing your lover's praises. Have I told you bore me out with his appraisal? I think I have but you do not listen. You are too mesmerized in his aura to cancel him out. You are too color blind to see the red flags!

You reminisce in the past when he loved you to fill up the void for his love you do not have now. You thought he loved you, maybe he never did. But your mind is clouded in him to believe me.

Corinthians, you said -The Book of Corinthians. You tell me what love is according to the Book of Corinthians. Then, you said love is pain. That is you speaking not the book of Corinthians.

Then, you become all poetic while you mutter words that ring the bells of anguish in my ears.

" Love is pain

Its pain I can suffer

Its pain I can die for

Its void I would not survive

I want love,you want love

At the end of the day, we all want love"

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