I have loved and been loved. I have felt more pain than I care to recall. The pains of the heart most times are more severe than physical pain. It is not an open wound. It bleeds internally and even time cannot completely erase it.
Love is like walking naked and barefooted in the middle of the amazon.
You sense danger, the excitement sends your heart racing, and the passion is like a frantic beat of heathen drums. There is sweat, blood, tears, joy, pain, and passion. It is like being connected to a live wire. Your whole being is electrified, you are on a roller coaster, you spin and spin and you dream in technicolour and begrudge yourself a goodnight s sleep because it separates you from your object of desire. Scientists have not been able to explain the miracle of love.