Hurt love

Love is a bird
she needs to fly;
All you have to die to hurt.
~ Madonna, Frozen.

How do we deal with the oil contained in whispers? It is impossible. It is similar to describe love. If we can develop a picture of her sex nailed a real problem would be developed - Be careful, however, many fakes.

There is hardly an ironic thing. Up on the love of big, and we shrink from them. Passion in abundance, yes, but be careful. Constraint points to a strong apathy, loss elixir its effectiveness in heat. There is no true commitment. We love the way we wear: light. We can not force something.

But this is not half. We are so often instead of what holds us back, by releasing us. Our wounds and hang-ups will take us into an unnecessary eccentric orbit with love. Shakespeare said: "The course of true love never smooth.

Perhaps it is our human nature produces, the rough ride the embarrassing entanglement conscience. Trust trust takes his leave, and we are stranded. Our love keeps busy frozen. We forget, we can not take.

Surrender is a very direct way back to love. It is the smallest number of perfection. She cares so much that they do not care. Kuhn, we surrender ourselves to the cause of love as an expression of simple faith.

Transmission also has another advantage - it keeps us healthy in order to remove, free from worries, relax love. If we choose to love, and we wish her the best, we recognize this power transfer, and salubriousness of the victim. The hardest choice is surprisingly simple. We are generally the most difficult of our stubborn refusal to let go.

Now that we have managed to open up a world beyond romantic love genre - what would strangle the full meaning of love - we can safely use the genre as a closure mode for Illustration:

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but find together in the same direction.
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupry.

2010, SJ Wickham.