On Writing About Love

Writing can be difficult, even when it is a passion.

Even when writing about things that warm my heart and stir my soul, or when I recount memories of good times, of adventure and excitement, and past loves.

Indeed, writing can be difficult especially when writing about love.

Putting the emotion, the feeling of love exactly as it was experienced at that moment in time into words is not unlike hammering wrought iron on a furnace fueled by the flames of passion, yet at the same time it is a seemingly impossible ethereal task, as if longing to craft the mist of memory into a delicate piece of jewelry in which to place the condensed emotions of my experiences of her; a flawless diamond whose every facet reflects my imperfect understanding of a perfect love.