Question your own heart

Question your own heart

A Poem by Airila

What do you believe in? What do you have faith in? Who love you more than you yourself? Is there such a thing as true love? Is there something or someone out there to love whole heartedly? Can you believe in something so much that it hurts? What does the future really hold? Do we think that outward belief and addiction and adoration in matters of the heart to the point of unconditional pain is worth it? Is it because we can't function without feeling this addiction simply because we are inadequate without this incredible feeling...or is it that we choose to feel this way because its in our nature? Is love really there? Are we sure that what we're feeling is love? Real love?? How many of us have claimed to be in love only to have our hearts torn into pieces. When will it ever be enough to be happy without spending our lives searching for love? Does it mean that we'll forever be miserable because we put 100% into loving and giving undying devotion to this lover only to find out that it wasn't worth it? What is worth more to you? Being happy on your own or trying to find THE ONE knowing that the probability of being in true love is slim to none?



I leave this question for you to answer.

© 2010 Airila


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Hey all comments are welcome..rant or no....good points

Posted 15 Years Ago


Hahaha . . . If I was to love somebody, I would love them whole-heartedly. True Love, in my opinion, is unconditional love. Therefore I would simly give them everything I had to give; my heart, my body, my soul, my all. Whether or not they loved me back is of no consequence; My heart is my heart, and I choose to give it to whom I will, even if they would destroy it in return.

Therefore is it fruitless to find true love? I think not. After all, regardless of the outcome, is not the heart made to love? And in loving somebody, comletely and truely, wouldn't your heart know true love?

It's not about what you get but what you give. Love is not an object to be found undr a rock: it is an action, one you must be dedicated to for the rest of your life. It is devotion, dedication, passion sensation and emotion all at once. And yet, eternal when done properly.

Sorry to 'rant' on about love but this is what love is to me. And after all; you asked ;)

Posted 15 Years Ago



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