Love.

A Poem by Anastasia

Love. Hidden behind these 4 letters, is an emotion that can turn even the highest scholar into a senseless dunce. What is so special about this word? Why do people fight so strenuously for it? In all ideology, all it is is simply an emotion that turns the strong weak, isn't it? Or does it in fact help give the weak hope to carry on? Does it limit the extent of our choices, or does it help us learn to become selfless? Could it destroy our persona by letting our walls crumble down before someone, or maybe, just maybe, that someone could help shape us into who we were meant to be. Love. It's a funny idea thinking that ones world could change with just one look into someone's eyes. Just one touch. Just one word. Just one moment. Come to think of it, this theory of love isn't strange at all. It's built into us. It helps us become the person we aspire to be. The only element left to question about is, will love ever find you?