True Love

Smearing our minds with affection is a good move but knowing the voluntary aspect makes it real. Love indeed is a choice. When two dilapidated hearts decide to console themselves of pain and sorrow each day, and come to a renewable decision of practicing empathy, that’s love. One can decide to renew theirs decision to love each day or debunk it. It is not an avenue for exploiting one of resources or favours. It is rather a station were sadness is seen as mere hallucinations with sacrifice as its cornerstone. The zeal to be love ridden demands nothing less than good preparation. It takes bravery to cause homeostasis between lust and mutual symbiosis because the want for one side more, raptures its sweet melody and rhythm. Love is immortal and never fades away as people say it does. But there is a pause when impulses travels along sore and bitter routes of dishonesty to the brain coaxing it to make a choice. It only takes disciplined persons persons to concur its deceitful and flummoxed downpours. At first sight of it, lust normally flashes through the corneal regions of the eye. It only takes the disciplined to transmogrify part of it into humbleness, honesty and care. The shallow flee from it when it starts to gnash its double edged teeth. Its primitiveness is only retained by choice and not by ones egoistical behavior. Its true denizens are few because a lot fail to make the right decisions.