I ran across an old little writing I did years ago about love…kinda Shakespeare-esque in meter–

A most elusive creature hath Love ever been and even more so to keep once found. Love hath never been fond of captivity nor to the bindings of flighty lusts that forever inflame those of weak spirit or mind but shouldst Love reveal itself to the purity of feelings and then douse simple lust, the much more complex does it become and even harder to describe. Even with the broadness of all the languages of the world they cannot even dimly portray the ecstacy of being joined with that so elusive and glorious.

I don’t know that I’ve ever had such an experience…which leaves me wondering how I could possible try to describe it. Odd in its own way.

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