Love's Paradox

They say Love is blind 

As if Love were a person 

When in truth it's an intangible emotion 

Shared between two people 

Lovers 

Fathers and daughters

Mothers and Sons 

Husbands and Wives 

God and Human, which may be the only True Perfect Love 

Ah, but if Love were blind then how is it that two people can happily stay together their whole lives? 

At some point along the journey their eyes open and they see the other for who the other truly is 

Still in love and still loving 

If Love were blind, why do some families stay knitted together? 

Through turbulence, turmoil, and so much more 

It must be more than just blood 

Could it be that invisible bond called 

Love 

That gently wraps around, softening every harsh word and dulling every pain? 

And what of friendship? 

Two distinct beings drawn together by not just an interest or a hobby 

Could it not be a simple, pure Love 

Often disguised as 'friendship'? 

They say Love comes softly 

Yes 

And sometimes Love happens In a blinding rush 

A maddening haste 

Who can tell which is the better? 

They say love is a bed of roses 

With a tender sweet fragrance 

But amidst the roses lie the thorns 

Might that be what makes Love worthwhile ? 

They say that Love brings pain 

The paradox of Life itself 

It is only when we are in pain that we fully comprehend Joy 

The pain points us to Joy 

And such Joy 

Unspeakable 

If Love were a parody of Life itself

Could we not then equate Love to Life?

And further still

That Love is the very essence of Life

Without which we could do nothing, have nothing, even Be nothing? 

Perhaps then they are synonymous after all 

Love being Life and 

Life being Love