A Passerby's Monologue

To love is to be brave.. the courage to trust , to devote with a fury is similar to that of the wind encouraged by the sea at high tide on a stormy starry night.

To see yourself losing a part of yourself to another and being enticed by the aspect of being incomplete while apart, only to be whole again when united is a prospect your eyes will greet.

In love your eyes will comprehend, only what your heart allows it to see.