Love

"Underneath this marble stone
Lie two beauties joined in one.
Two whose loves death could not sever;
For both lived, both died together."
--Abraham Cowley

Love, is it truly possible? Can it really cure ailments? Save lives? How important is love in our lives?
Each person would answer these questions differently based on the experiences they have had with other people. But when 'love' does happen...when the world seems to be kneeling at your feet, giving you a moment of joy...is that 'love' or happiness from loosing our sense of loneliness?

I personally have experienced love and indeed has changed me. I am content and enjoying life with some degree of repose. I am not confessing to my love's problems or it's apocryphal, for there are none. And I am happy to stay. I only wish to bring about a philosophical argument.

No matter how much you love your partner, your one true love. The sense and quantity of self-sacrifice you have or have not done brings a burden upon your shoulders and/or your mind. The human mentality can take and oppress so much. Are your actions, your kindness and care enough to keep you content with your life?

Are these acts of self-sacrifice worth living for? Is love a game? Or is it an elaborate scheme of entrapment?