Love is both a mystery and a naked truth

They say love is a mystery,
a wonder, an enigma and all that shit.
They say you don't know what love is
until it hits you on the head with a two by four,
rendering you crazy and dreamy
and do things you would not ordinarily do.

I say that's all bullshit.
I should know
'cause I've been in and out of love
so many times I stop counting.
Love is an impairment of reasoning,
a magnification of lust,
a desire to possess the Other,
and a surrender to loneliness,
until one day you realize
that the woman you thought as sweet
now makes you want to make a hasty retreat.
Love is a longing for the complement
while being saddled with a sentiment
of acceptance,
Of being driven with a fear of rejection.
Once you overcome concerns of rejection and acceptance,,
you would come to know what love really is:
An embrace of what's good inside you.
More women would then love you
and you would have a hard time choosing,
So you start building a harem of love.
Other men would envy
and foam at the mouth that you're lucky.
Little do they know Luck has nothing to do with Love.
Love is what it is.
Peace, Forgiveness, Acceptance, Giving.

Roberto Wissai
April 4, 2011