Love, a complexity beyond simple description.
One thousand volumes would be required to encapsule the gist of such an essential law of universal ethic.
Love is not just selfless deeds and ignorance of creed.
Love is passionate softness toward the trials of the neighboring youth, woman, and man.
Love is far beyond and confused for simple sweetness, cupcakes, and rainbows.
Love carries in its true form, savagery rivaling what could compare to galactic inquisition.
Love is the steadfast dedication tying martyrdom of self comfort and guardianship of the weak and naive, oh how the innocent bleed under the dirk of the wicked scourge.
If one is found in a bleak dungeon scape, among damp hopelessness and tortured by their thoughts and hooded turnkey, the lover must be willing to burn the fortress to the ground and be swift enough to liberate the imprisoned of...