The Magic of Love

The Magic of Love
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end. Love works miracles every day: such as weakening the strong, and strengthening the weak, making fools of the wise, and wise men of fools, and, in a word, turning everything topsy-turvy. Love must be learned, and learned again, there is no end to it. Love doesn't make the world go around. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. Love is a game that two can play and both win. Love is a discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight of recognition.
Love is spontaneous and craves expression through joy, through beauty, through truth, even through tears. Love lives the moment, it's neither lost in yesteryear nor does it crave for tomorrow. Love is Now! Love is love's reward. Love is not blind but visionary, it sees into the very heart of its object. Love is the tenderness felt whenever someone special is near, it's the way, a day is brightened by a few tender words, it's the happiness found in the warmth of an embrace, it's a look that lends sparkles to each and every day, it's a thought that drifts someone to a wonderful world of dreams fulfilled, it's the reason to celebrate life's precious gifts, Love has no remedy, but love.