By Bud Koenemund
A 100 Word Exposition
Love begins as the
most perfect, pure thing in the whole world. Maybe in the entire universe. But,
loving someone – even purely – is imperfect. Being loved by someone is
imperfect. Doubt creeps in, weaving through every thought and action; playing
tricks on the mind. Its shadow gathers – unnoticed, at first – ‘til trust and
affection are obscured in darkness; strangled in a shroud of gloom.
Once tarnished – its
purity sullied – that perfection is lost forever. And, while love may be
discovered again – may be tried and treasured – the heart knows its flaws. Still,
despite contamination, our hearts long for love again.
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