Love Made Us Men

It is perhaps too often an occurrence that love, and its many attributes, be likened to that of a flame; flickering, sparking and burning away.

I come to find myself of an opinion, having personally now been struck with the affliction that is love. That one does not, and frankly in my own experience cannot love like a flame.

More accurately to some love approaches with stealth, and is already upon them before they've noticed the incursion.

To others love hits as vigorously from the start, a swift hit to the heart, and you're hooked on love, moreover you're hooked on the person whom you are in love with.

But to compare such love to a flame does it a grave injustice. For a spark lives for a mere second, and all flames do burn through their feeding. Alas even our great sun will one day turn cold.

For a love to be true, it will therefore be constant and remain untempered, not blown by winds or quelled by water. It will remain unchanging for blessed is such power.

For the saying does go that man made fire, but love made us men.