Is love alive?

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This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon,
It rolls in from the sea

My voice; a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light,
To carry you to me.

Is love alive?



Is love alive? Can you ask yourself that question without feeling some sort of emotion?

Love makes the world go round, all you need is love, love is just a game, love knows no boundaries, seasons of love, all is fair in love in war, love lifts us up where we belong, can you feel the love tonight, love is a battlefield, this ain't a love song, best of my love, you can't hurry love, endless love, send her my love, where is the love, I just called to say I love you, goodbye love.

There are hundreds of sung melodies about this magical force we call love. Nobody really has a clear definition as to what it is, and some say, it doesn't exist.

Is love alive? If love isn't alive, then damn it, we are alive for love. It draws you in, overcomes your soul, and your every thought begins to consist of idiotic fantasy. Love is magic, love is pure, love is just. Yet love is spiteful, love is vindictive, love is hatred. Love can be innocent and brilliant, or sinful and corrupt. Love takes all forms, the pleasant and the malevolent, and takes many, if not all, people.

Love isn't a drug. It's a sickness; a virus or a bacterial infection, sometimes it's as serious as a brain tumor.
Instead of a dependent person being called an addict, I call them a victim. The victim never feels good enough, but they believe that if their partner will do anything for them in return, they will be content. However the deeper the victim falls, the more distant their partner becomes.

Is love alive? When love is right, it seems to thrive all on it's own. You can't ignore it when it's there. You may try, you may be thousands of miles apart and logically thinking of a million plus one reasons why you shouldn't love that person, but the love between you will not end. It will not die.

Love is alive. Though our cynical sides want to believe it's just a myth, when you discover it, you realize that it's a completely separate entity from yourself. Love is alive. It's what we dream of, what we yearn for, what our emotions make sense out of even when we can't comprehend it ourselves. Love is alive. And we are who we are because we can love. Because we can feel compassion when it doesn't make sense to. Because we can feel more strongly for another person than ourselves.

We live by loving and we live to someday feel loved.