How many thousands of poets have scratched their heads, groping for the elusive words to define a feeling that actively defies definition? How many songwriters, feeling the sting of rejection or the euphoria of acceptance, have labored to put to music a notion that is musical, in and of itself? How many self-proclaimed “aurthorities” on love have written books to try to explain a concept of which they possess no more expertise than you or me? How many rhetorical questions in a row can I possibly string together before this keyboard starts smoking?
The dictionary defines love as “a deep and tender feeling of affection for or attachment or devotion to a person or persons.” Boy, say that on a stage and there will not be a dry eye in the house…right? It’s amazing how such a warm and personal feeling can sound so antiseptic, cold and sterile. Let’s look elsewhere, yes??
It can be said that love is, doubtless, the single most misused word in our language. Examples: “Mmm, I just love the pecan pie served here!...” Don’t you simply love these earrings?”…”I ♥ New York,” for God’s sake!! People misuse words when they don’t understand the correct meaning…we have now come full circle in our little exercise. Hmmmm……
So, what is love, then? Allow me to excavate the dark, romantic, poetic corner of my psyche, subject my findings to intense analysis, and then take a wild guess.
Love can be as subtle as a whisper or as abrupt as a thunderclap. Love is conceived in the mind, born in the heart and resides in the furthest reaches of one’s soul. Love scampers adroitly and joyfully across the shifting landscapes of your dreams while acknowledging only a passing acquaintance with reality. Love is as elusive as the horizon or as obvious as a sucker-punch. A lifetime can be spent in search of love until, arriving at the threshold of giving up, there it is right in front of you….
The first time you cuddle your newborn son in your arms and he grasps your finger and says, “ahh”…the moment you meet your (future) wife and your fingers tentatively touch…the first time your eyes meet across a crowded room and you realize, just then, that you would die for her…the time that you walked through the newly snow-covered streets, arm-in-arm, and noticed that the stars had never before appeared so close…Love is all of these things and so much more
How can you define love? How can you hold a moonbeam in your hands?
riki_ryme © 2007
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