love; they call it many a splendoured thing.
yet love is that elusive mythical object, its ephemeral beauty enveloping us between awe and wanting for more.
love makes fools of us by taking away the power of speech, by reducing conversation to incoherent childlike babble, by robbing us of our accustomed rationality, by taking us on incredible flights of fantasy, by plunging us deep into the depths of our soul. love, one of the most primal of emotions, reduces us to a lowest common denominator - leaving us vulnerable, open and insecure.
and perhaps it is the chill surrounding the exposed heart that makes it want to draw its blinds and put on its shades. perhaps it is the unfamiliarity of the surrounding that makes it so difficult to coax the uncertain heart out of its warm bosom. perhaps its the jolt of the moment that stills the heart, the shock of the unknown that makes it skip a beat.
this little intangible we grasp within our fingers, do we even recognise the power it wields over us?