There is a phenomenon which plagues the world,
It is probably the worlds most favourite one.
It is this strange pulling at ones heart which one feels towards another.
It is so strong it makes men do things they never would have, it makes women weaker than ever.
It generally makes you realise you are actually capable of more things than you actually thought you were.
It is deep, it is strong, when it latches onto you, it doesnt let go.
It is seen in the eyes of a mother, when she looks at a child which was just brought forth
It glistens in the tear we shed for a person so recently departed to the afterlife,
it is felt in the warmth of embrace of a man to the woman he intends to spend the rest of his life with.
It is evident in the face of a woman whose best friend has just helped out of a tight spot.
It is everywhere. Like air, you really cannot do without it
This thing called love,
it brings out beauty in blemish and radiates perfection in imperfections.
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