About Love...

Now for a long time I've never believed in this foolish, frivolous, idiotic and senseless term called love. The deep, cruel infatuating pleasure that causes victims to willingly lay themselves down on an altar of desire, seduction, passion and pain, waiting in anticipation to be sacrificed to a cause unknown to them and all those who worship this mighty and unseen god...A GOD called by many names...Venus, Cupid, Aphrodite and Eros, to name but a few, but none so powerful as the intoxicating, venomous, enticing Gorgon herself, slithering about, hissing her name - Amore - yes...LOVE!

Now knowing all this, and having girdled myself to withstand any type of attack from the mighty force, I learned how to resist any alluring trap that may have tried to coerce or manipulate me into any form of vulnerability that could render me helpless and susceptible to suggestion...And yet...here I stand, stubborn as ever, tired of resisting, cracking beneath the weight of my deep and unmatched denial - I stand here, a victim of Love...

Not turned to stone by a slithering Gorgon, or hurt by a heartless harpy, jinxed by a wicked witch or broken by the might of a hammer swung by a colossal god - NO! I stand here blissfully, ignorantly, naively, honestly, gently, sweetly touched by an angel, moved by a force I could not possibly comprehend would shake me up in ways I never thought possible.

Now there's nothing that anyone can teach you about an unseen god, or an unwavering force, or an invisible aura, or the feelings that come with it. There's no lecture, no canticle, no prayer, no incantation, no book, no scroll, no manuscript, no song, no bible, no painting or glyph of light - Nothing. All I can say, is that when everything, and everyone in your life, for a brief and unimagined moment, makes sense to you, then you know that you know, that without a shadow of a doubt, you are suffering from the same condition as I...

I'm in Love...