Another Love Story

What should you know about love?

Nothing more than you might never know what it really means to love someone without any condition…

I conclude that you might imagine that you have some knowledge about the love word, whatever that entitles, whatever it encases within its shell, but I can assure you, I can swear by my accursed name in front of every god on any pantheon that you know absolutely nothing about what that word means.

Love does not mean you belong to someone, neither that you are the owner of no other person. In less than a degree you are at least the owner of yourself, and then with that miserable possession you do as you consider correct. In most of the cases you will give everything to others murdering you in the process, in others you will only take what you want from others leaving a garden of empty corpses just like Lilith in her garden.

But right now I might sound very presumptuous trying to let you know what love is really about, and to be completely honest about it, I might also know nothing of said thing, I, just like the rest of the world, just know what I like myself to imagine I may comprehend  which now that I dare to confront my own head, might be close to a void.

And yet here I am attempting to sound like one of the old poets, taking a metaphorical pencil while my imaginary imperfect self tries to paint like Vincent a godlike creature that no one believes it really exists as a breathing being, yet still I try to polish my sword of ink in order to let whomever wants to reach this words and gift then with some time. And in order to honor that unspoken agreement here I bestow over thee my feeble words on love:

Whatever love might be, is not the face of the gorgeous woman you might fancy, it is not the smile of the blood of your blood while he or she is avoiding reality within a world never before seen… It is not of course the loyalty that your houd shows you neither the wisdom that your ancestors might bestow upon you. Love is not the fresh summer breeze that hit your skin while you sing to the sun in a frenzy of delight...

Love, is your face against the pain of others, it’s what you have to offer when your best man is crying because he has been the victim of treacherous plays of his beloved. Love is those tears you hide from the world because you know that there is someone with a greater pain in front of you that requires a helping hand and no one in sight is at the ready but you it is also the raging face of your anger when injustice strikes against you or your kin, love is the battle cry that rise like thunder on your throat when a deadly war is near against those whom offended you.

Love is the scars that you carry like honor badges against the cold face of the world because a parade of undergraced individuals used you as a ladder to get to different holes from which you could have taken them out but don't because those crude marks they left all over you still remind you that they do not deserve your best.

Love is for you to understand that you are the most important piece on the chessboard that you know as life, that no one is more important than you but the same, and as the same they do deserve your respect and tolerance unless they do you wrong, love is understanding that every single movement you take will become a consequence in the long or short run and due that you need to take it as the person you are not to blame nobody else if you know beforehand that you will be hurting on the morrow.

Because when you understand all that, you might have the faintest idea of what love is, what it entails and what it becomes… You will comprehend that for every piece you give to another without expecting gain, the breeze will be there for you, that every time you show generosity to your kin, your own blood will grow a fine adult, that for every injustice that you fight your ancestors will rest proud because of your developing in the eternal road and that for every roar that fairly leave your chest, a thousand strikes of thunder will accompany it to make it echo within the realm of eternal memory of your beloved ones.

Love is what you offer in life without any expectation, just to learn that you received it without asking increased by the millions.