What is love?
Or how about:
Alanis Morissette - Everything Lyrics
I can be an a**hole of the grandest kind
I can withhold like it’s going out of style
I can be the moodiest baby and you’ve never met anyone
who is as negative as I am sometimes
I am the wisest woman you've ever met.
I am the kindest soul with whom you've connected.
I have the bravest heart that you've ever seen
And you've never met anyone
Who's as positive as I am sometimes.
You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can’t relate
And you’re still here
I blame everyone else, not my own partaking
My passive-aggressiveness can be devastating
I'm terrified and mistrusting
And you’ve never met anyone as,
As closed down as I am sometimes.
You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can’t relate
And you’re still here
What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know
What I resist, you love, no matter how low or high I go
I'm the funniest woman you've ever known.
I am the dullest woman you've ever known.
I'm the most gorgeous woman you've ever known
And you've never met anyone as, as everything as I am sometimes.
You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can’t relate
And you’re still here
And you’re still here
And you're still here...
They are wonderful lyrics...yes, that is so how it is, I think, and beautifully put.
I would say love is, if you take off your mask, the one you wear for being with people, and you are just yourself with all your irritating habits and sometimes selfishness and behaviour that is far from loveable, and you're still loved and accepted, even those times when you hate yourself. 'Warts and all' love. And that's what you do in return.
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I guess I was thinking of past happenings, too numerous and tragic to mention here, but each occurrence seemed to be presaged by the person declaring that it had been done because they "loved" me.
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looking for desciptions in some poems/songs I like ....
Where early fa's the dew
And its there that Annie Lawrie
Gie'd me her promise true
Gie'd me her promise true,
Which ne'er forgot will be
And for bonnie Annie Lawrie
I'd lay me down and dee
There was a fair maid dwelling
And every youth cried well away
For her name was Barbara Allen
Twas in the merry month of May
The green buds were a swelling
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my Dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
but this is a romantic notion of love, not real IMO.
Love is a scarce commodity, a rare affair. I am not cynical at all, but why you cannot represent it if not under the shadow of doom? Tristan and Isolde, Abelard and Eloise, Paolo e Francesca, Julien Sorel and Madame Renard, Raymond-Reggiani and Marie-Signoret (Casque d’or: again a beheading), the great Gatsby. Can someone cite a love affair with happy ending: Love Story perhaps? May be only decent arrangements last.
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I guess I was thinking of past happenings, too numerous and tragic to mention here, but each occurrence seemed to be presaged by the person declaring that it had been done because they "loved" me.
Yes, some very bad things are done in the name of 'love'.
When such things have happened to me like that, the person involved has been selfish or cruel, but fooled himself into thinking that he actually performed a noble act! What self-deluding tosh!
Bazza, I love the Burns poem. It is romantic and probably not 'real', or maybe it was real for a short while, but still, it is a wonderful expression of his feelings, isn't it.
This is one I found the other day which I really like which also makes me laugh:-
Love Song
by Gavin Ewart
You've got nice knees.
Your black shoes shine like taxis.
You are the opposite of
all farting and foulness.
Your exciting hair
is like a special moss,
on your chest are two soft medals
like pink half-crowns under your dress.
Your smell is far beyond
the perfumes at parties,
your eyes nail me
on a cross of waiting. Hard is
the way of the worshipper.
But the heart line on my hand
foretold you:
In your army of lovers
I am a private soldier.
Yes, the 'best' love stories always seem to end in sadness. The Abelard and Eloise story can still make me cry, it is so moving. I am an old romantic
A lot of love stories end when the couple marry, in children's stories, like Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty etc. maybe that is where the state of being 'in love' takes them, to marriage. Then once that 'in loveness' wears off, and it can't last forever surely, it is not quite reality, the real work of how to keep the relationship together begins?
Lasting may not equal good though
Perhaps the only term of comparison to image what Love is, or may be, is the attachment of a mother to her child . No lust here of course, but this flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood thing is, when it is there (because it can also be lacking), the zenith of life on this earth. I do not reject lust, but I believe that it is mostly delusionary as model or real attachment. I know very well that our life is guided desperately up to the end by a longing for attachment+lust, but there is no such thing as strong and sometimes durable and tenacious as mother's attachment to his child. This may also be the reason for which our love for an animal can be such a strong thing, normally there is no lust here.
I am no priest and I know how lust and food and a feeling of safety are important and rightly looked upon by everybody all our life.
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I am no priest and I know how lust and food and a feeling of safety are important and rightly looked upon by everybody all our life.
That is a very good point, paolo. The way I felt/ feel about my daughter cannot be matched by any other love experience. It seemed to be deeper, and more binding than other so called love encounters. And I have never loved anyone with the same, all consuming dedication that I gave to my child, and also to all the cats that have passed through my life. Seems like I do much better with non-sexual unions.
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My view for a few years now:
I can't hope that my love is reciprocated, so I'll help those people I happen to love, if they let me and I feel like doing it. In that case the deed is the reward in itself. I'm sure this sounds weird...
Then more lyrics. I take only an excerpt to emphasise my point, and also to play it safely regarding copyright. I recommend the whole song if you can get it.
Chris De Burgh: If You Really Love Her, Let Her Go
Oh she is like a bird, yearning for the winter wind.
If you let her go, she’ll come again in springtime.
But if you make her stay, and hold her freedom in your hand,
In the morning you will wake, and she’ll be gone away...
My all-encompassing definition of love is
"will to understanding"
This is a conclusion I came to myself and it seems to work (in some sense) for most uses of the word "love."
Apparently it's not a new phrase though, so maybe others have said the same.
Whatdya think ?
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