Hey Guys, remember when I asked the question "what is love" in my last post on marriage? Well, Yomi Owope sent me this. I find it profound and I think you will also. You can comment with what you think love is not as well. E.g "love is not...".
Love is not the idea that I take your freedom in exchange for mine; it is not the fashionable remembrance of anniversaries and birthdays, nor is it the poolside dinner at Smith's with live music and the smell of fresh flowers.
I will not tell you that love is the food of the eyes at the sight of light skin and long hair or the fodder for the mind at the whiff of Rabanne.
I will not say that love must do for me what I did because of it; neither will one beg quittance of me for a deed done for love.
Is love measured by the length of a fathers rod or the gleam of a wife's Gucci?
Is it benchmarked by a Bishop's heavy holiness or the fiery fervency of the union leader?
If all I have to give is the spin of my rims or the flash of cleavage and what I have to make an impression at home is the long list of Invoices and receipts paid over 25 years (abi is that not enough?);
If I say I love you and I expect the exact same answer and if at the end of all things I return sad unfulfilled discouraged, it will likely be on account of things thought said done with something in mind, other than what love is.
OK so what is love then? It must be found in the words of Gaye and Sinatra. No?
OK, maybe in government bonds, Moet and caviar; wrong too?
Ah ah, shebi we agree that it is the same in every tribe and tongue and if we follow sacred teachings and religiousity we might attain it? No still?
Let us not sink into confusion
Every heart has a desire and every life flies a flag; different identities, diverse hues of joy, sadness, euphoria, depression, hate, deception, madness, obsession, peace, struggle, beauty, grace, talent, wisdom, power, all laying claim to the love of a thing or the other.
Maybe love in its truest form is impossible on this plain, or maybe not. It is the true essence of it that has perhaps become hard to describe, but easy still, to attain.
Therefore if you seek it open up to it, if you find it hold on to it, if its yours believe on it forever.
For when received and when given, love ultimately never fails.
YOMI OWOPE is a Writer, TV Host, Public Speaker, Communications Specialist and Church Leader. He has written for and hosted top-rated international TV Shows and Newspapers.
Love is not the idea that I take your freedom in exchange for mine; it is not the fashionable remembrance of anniversaries and birthdays, nor is it the poolside dinner at Smith's with live music and the smell of fresh flowers.
I will not tell you that love is the food of the eyes at the sight of light skin and long hair or the fodder for the mind at the whiff of Rabanne.
I will not say that love must do for me what I did because of it; neither will one beg quittance of me for a deed done for love.
Is love measured by the length of a fathers rod or the gleam of a wife's Gucci?
Is it benchmarked by a Bishop's heavy holiness or the fiery fervency of the union leader?
If all I have to give is the spin of my rims or the flash of cleavage and what I have to make an impression at home is the long list of Invoices and receipts paid over 25 years (abi is that not enough?);
If I say I love you and I expect the exact same answer and if at the end of all things I return sad unfulfilled discouraged, it will likely be on account of things thought said done with something in mind, other than what love is.
OK so what is love then? It must be found in the words of Gaye and Sinatra. No?
OK, maybe in government bonds, Moet and caviar; wrong too?
Ah ah, shebi we agree that it is the same in every tribe and tongue and if we follow sacred teachings and religiousity we might attain it? No still?
Let us not sink into confusion
Every heart has a desire and every life flies a flag; different identities, diverse hues of joy, sadness, euphoria, depression, hate, deception, madness, obsession, peace, struggle, beauty, grace, talent, wisdom, power, all laying claim to the love of a thing or the other.
Maybe love in its truest form is impossible on this plain, or maybe not. It is the true essence of it that has perhaps become hard to describe, but easy still, to attain.
Therefore if you seek it open up to it, if you find it hold on to it, if its yours believe on it forever.
For when received and when given, love ultimately never fails.
YOMI OWOPE is a Writer, TV Host, Public Speaker, Communications Specialist and Church Leader. He has written for and hosted top-rated international TV Shows and Newspapers.
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