Love

LOVE

Nothing you can buy or obtain on prescription has the same power to kill or cure. It’s all that matters, all we need, all conquering and all around. From the maternity home to the cemetery; in homes and gardens, hospitals and offices, churches and schools, even in cyberspace, it blossoms and grows. A beautiful thing, more powerful than fame, riches and death, yet it makes no sense and can also bring heartache and pain.

         We see it written in poetry, letters, literature, songs, the sand and stone. It’s a dozen red roses, a box of expensive chocolates, the sound of violins, a diamond ring, champagne and oysters, strawberries and cream. Red when it’s hot, gold when it’s perfect, green when it’s out of control and blue when it’s over.

         It can keep us alive or tear us apart, make us fail in school or succeed against all odds. On your side or on the side, it’s a tender trap worth fighting for. In the stars, your eyes, the air, your smile. Everlasting, indestructible, contagious.

Money can’t buy it, but if it can move mountains, build bridges, make dreams come true and change the world, then to quote Shirley Valentine, “They should bottle it and sell it.”