Romantic love is deeper than reality; it is more complex, intricate, fragile, and ethereal than reality. Reality does not inspire the exhilaration and ecstasy of love. Imaginative persons whom believe in love experience the exhalation and poetic frenzy of rapture.
Romantic love is a glorious tragedy for the soul. Losing love leaves us depleted in the blackened landscape. Chard by our obsessions we feel lost, alone, and desperate. In our weakened condition, we glean a new wisdom, a seasoned humility, and a rising sense of decorum.
I have so much fear and just hide but when my love calls out to you will you have the courage to hold my fearful hand? Will you protect this heart of mine? - The Attempt -