Love

Love is indeed mysterious. You fall into it, driven by its seductive euphoria. It begs for some resolution, so you make a solemn vow to love, not really knowing what love really is or what it demands. The tests come, and if you say “yes,” love deepens; if you say “no,” love evaporates like a puff of smoke. “Yes” and “yes” again, deeper and deeper, love binds. In the end, the lover who survives becomes the final gift for a peaceful passage.