An Introspective Look At Love #1

I must count myself very lucky. In my three decades I have experienced more love of varying varieties and degrees than most in a century. I believe that there is no ideal love, it is what it is. When we first become aware of love in it's romantic form we are so consumed by the intensity of it that we tend to turn off all other senses and allow ourselves to drown in this new and crushing sensation. It's true that you will never experience the same feeling again yet when you do find a more mature love it will be in closer balance with your conciousness. Every ballad won't stop you in your tracks and take you to a physical memory of a touch, or a look. At least not with this new lover. That kind of magic is wasted on the young and inexperienced. It is our innocence that allows us to plunge so deeply and fool heartedly into that early stage of awakening desire. Nothing will ever compare to the joy and the pain of that initial taste of rapture.