What is love? by C. M. Anderson

loneknight5 · **Posted:** Sun Sep 03, 2006 7:41 pm

What follows is more prose then poetry...but the feeling is there. Enjoy

What is love?

I believe that it is the single most important thing in all of creation. An emotion that eclipses all others, one that drains and yet at the same time fills ones soul with such happiness. I helps you to feel secure, special and gives you a sense of acceptance that allows you to accomplish such wonderful things.

Love defines us yet does not control us. It is the ultimate act and expression of trust in another human being. It is truth and honesty. it is the celebration of sharing yourself and your life with another. It is giving everything you are and only taking that which is freely given in return. Love is not demanding or demeaning. Love hurts but is never hurtful.

It is such a wonderful concept. Is it not?

The problem is everyone sees love as something different We, in my opinion, are all born with an ideal picture of love. Then as we begin to grow every person we interact with effects our perception of love.
Our parents abuse or ignore us. Our brothers and sisters wound and belittle us. Every relationship we have warps that ideal. We are betrayed, hurt and beaten down until love becomes this thing to be hated and feared.

Yet still we seek it, it is in our nature to do so.

As that wonderful thing that was inside us at birth
moves farther from our grasp we become more desperate to find it and hold it. But it is too late. We have become so broken that to have somebody love us is a concept that we just will not accept.

So begins our end. We cant share ourselves with somebody we don't love. But nobody can or is allowed to love us. We are alone. Nobody can hurt me if I never let anyone inside. Oh sure we have relationships but all they tend to do at this point is reinforce the sickness we have. They further erode our trust of others and our unwillingness to give anything that resembles our true self.

So we hide. We retreat. We lose faith and we decide that love is not worth the effort of the potential for hurt.

We find excuse, we manufacture reasons and we sabotage. We become a destroyer of that which we have so desparatly sought. We continue to spread the disease that that others have infected us with.

We walk away from people that love us and think to ourselves "They just don't understand me". But the horrible truth is that we never gave them the chance to understand, we were never honest with them or ourselves.

Sometimes we are lucky and find a way to break out of this pattern. I don't really know what happens if you don't. I suppose you spend the rest of your life alone and bitter. I was one of the lucky ones.

xx_tinaUK_xx · **Posted:** Thu Sep 21, 2006 11:44 pm

loneknight5 wrote:

What follows is more prose then poetry...but the feeling is there. Enjoy

What is love?

I believe that it is the single most important thing in all of creation. An emotion that eclipses all others, one that drains and yet at the same time fills ones soul with such happiness. I helps you to feel secure, special and gives you a sense of acceptance that allows you to accomplish such wonderful things.

Love defines us yet does not control us. It is the ultimate act and expression of trust in another human being. It is truth and honesty. it is the celebration of sharing yourself and your life with another. It is giving everything you are and only taking that which is freely given in return. Love is not demanding or demeaning. Love hurts but is never hurtful.

It is such a wonderful concept. Is it not?

The problem is everyone sees love as something different We, in my opinion, are all born with an ideal picture of love. Then as we begin to grow every person we interact with effects our perception of love.
Our parents abuse or ignore us. Our brothers and sisters wound and belittle us. Every relationship we have warps that ideal. We are betrayed, hurt and beaten down until love becomes this thing to be hated and feared.

Yet still we seek it, it is in our nature to do so.

As that wonderful thing that was inside us at birth
moves farther from our grasp we become more desperate to find it and hold it. But it is too late. We have become so broken that to have somebody love us is a concept that we just will not accept.

So begins our end. We cant share ourselves with somebody we don't love. But nobody can or is allowed to love us. We are alone. Nobody can hurt me if I never let anyone inside. Oh sure we have relationships but all they tend to do at this point is reinforce the sickness we have. They further erode our trust of others and our unwillingness to give anything that resembles our true self.

So we hide. We retreat. We lose faith and we decide that love is not worth the effort of the potential for hurt.

We find excuse, we manufacture reasons and we sabotage. We become a destroyer of that which we have so desparatly sought. We continue to spread the disease that that others have infected us with.

We walk away from people that love us and think to ourselves "They just don't understand me". But the horrible truth is that we never gave them the chance to understand, we were never honest with them or ourselves.

Sometimes we are lucky and find a way to break out of this pattern. I don't really know what happens if you don't. I suppose you spend the rest of your life alone and bitter. I was one of the lucky ones.

very well said.

xx_tinaUK_xx · **Posted:** Thu Sep 21, 2006 11:45 pm

loneknight5 wrote:

What follows is more prose then poetry...but the feeling is there. Enjoy

What is love?

I believe that it is the single most important thing in all of creation. An emotion that eclipses all others, one that drains and yet at the same time fills ones soul with such happiness. I helps you to feel secure, special and gives you a sense of acceptance that allows you to accomplish such wonderful things.

Love defines us yet does not control us. It is the ultimate act and expression of trust in another human being. It is truth and honesty. it is the celebration of sharing yourself and your life with another. It is giving everything you are and only taking that which is freely given in return. Love is not demanding or demeaning. Love hurts but is never hurtful.

It is such a wonderful concept. Is it not?

The problem is everyone sees love as something different We, in my opinion, are all born with an ideal picture of love. Then as we begin to grow every person we interact with effects our perception of love.
Our parents abuse or ignore us. Our brothers and sisters wound and belittle us. Every relationship we have warps that ideal. We are betrayed, hurt and beaten down until love becomes this thing to be hated and feared.

Yet still we seek it, it is in our nature to do so.

As that wonderful thing that was inside us at birth
moves farther from our grasp we become more desperate to find it and hold it. But it is too late. We have become so broken that to have somebody love us is a concept that we just will not accept.

So begins our end. We cant share ourselves with somebody we don't love. But nobody can or is allowed to love us. We are alone. Nobody can hurt me if I never let anyone inside. Oh sure we have relationships but all they tend to do at this point is reinforce the sickness we have. They further erode our trust of others and our unwillingness to give anything that resembles our true self.

So we hide. We retreat. We lose faith and we decide that love is not worth the effort of the potential for hurt.

We find excuse, we manufacture reasons and we sabotage. We become a destroyer of that which we have so desparatly sought. We continue to spread the disease that that others have infected us with.

We walk away from people that love us and think to ourselves "They just don't understand me". But the horrible truth is that we never gave them the chance to understand, we were never honest with them or ourselves.

Sometimes we are lucky and find a way to break out of this pattern. I don't really know what happens if you don't. I suppose you spend the rest of your life alone and bitter. I was one of the lucky ones.

very well said.

What is love? by C. M. Anderson

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