It's just human. We all have the jungle inside of us. We all have wants and needs and desires, strange as they may seem. If you stop to think about it, we're all pretty creative, cooking up all these fantasies. it's like a kind of poetry.
The popular terms of love are always invisible. Mostly lovers do pretend they love and when they gain a sense to predict such a feeling, nature says "its too late buddy”. Yes there is not any comparison between rational and irrational lovers but still there's some mythic nature involved which is holding emotions and feelings of the people who use to fall in love.
True love is something that can happen no matter the circumstances of the situation. Whether you are a poor beggar boy chasing after the heart of a princess, a chivalrous and courageous Knight immensely in love with the queen that you’ve vowed protection to, or whether your families are hated enemies of one another, it’s possible for love to take root and blossom. It is the dream that love, although forbidden or seemly impossible, with great sacrifice is achievable.
If Girls in particular are famous to be pretending love'huh' why is that? It’s a rhetorical question yet is difficult to be concluded. “Who is to comprehend the Mysteries of love?” love is a mysterious entity and no one is immune to it, no one can tell who they fall in love with because love pops up in mysteries ways. This aspect of love relates to romance by the way of falling in love when you least expected it to happen which is romantic. Personification gives a feeling love a human characteristic” It pounces on the most unsuspecting prey”, “It comes on slowly” and this is how love works.
Learning mysteries in love is just a phenomenon which is just related to real life and all that happens in love. Though its difficult to understand the true state of love as you have to deal with a breathing heart of a girl plus all emotions and feelings in her brain like wise what she likes the most and what she hates the most. No one could really be able to define a woman's love. It is a mystery and the only person who knows it is "she" herself.
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
Love is universal and not limited to the most perfect among us. In this collection of romantic short stories and poetry, love comes to those who are decidedly imperfect, who possess very real human flaws, scars, and challenges. Awaiting us as we are.
Zara’s Bois:
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely p
