Love is an accident. You never know where, when, how you bump into one. Love as they say is a
temporary madness. It erupts
like a volcano and then subsides. We often confuse this
temporary feeling, this craving, with love.
People name this eruption love whereas love actually is the leftover of what was once erupting, once burning. After this temporary madness is over, it is the two souls to decide whether they are one tree and not two.
Passion dies, promises break, madness subsides , attraction erodes. What remains is love, so pure, so true, tested many a times in the hands of time and evolved genuine.
Dear Heart, I met a guy today, prepare to shatter.. Find that guy who has actually picked up every piece of your shattered heart and put it back together; replacing it with a piece of his.
Is the word Love
important? What are even more important are the two souls bound by eternal passion.
I love her and that is the beginning of every thing. Love actually is the condition where you find the happiness of your loved one essential to your own. It is the state of entire selfless commitment What emerges the root in love is the unconditional passion, where what you give is the primary concern , not what you get.
LOVE BEGINS WHERE PASSION DIES