Love

[kaitlynhelton]

I know that love is an odd topic for a website revolving around quick cash and online surveys, but I had to write something for my first post. What better subject than the subject I feel I know best and yet, it's a subject in which the depths of its mysteries are unfathomable. Scientists say that love is simply (if the word "simply" could be applied to anything of scientific nature ) the release of "good feeling" hormones that create a euphoric natural high but supposedly we like chocolate for the same reason. Now I would have to say that eating a piece of chocolate or cuddling up next to my wonderful fiancé (I'd rather do both) would obviously produce two different feelings. So what is it about love, true, palm sweating, heart racing, knee shaking, earth quaking, lightheaded love that makes us tremble with fear or delight (or both if the moment is right). It causes us to make irrational decisions, it can rule your life, make you happy or kill you.

The eskimoes (excuse my spelling) had many words for love (thirty-two I think) yet we shove all of our complex feelings into one word . . . Love. Even though their choice of abode was not too hot (to put it delicately) but they were definitely right in one aspect there is no one type of love. I have had many pets and although I did not love them as much as . . . *sniffle . . . excuse me . . as much as my fiancé, when they cross my mind I feel down and sometimes shed a tear or two but it would be nothing compared to the pain of losing my other half. On the other hand my dad left when I was little and my mom was a bipolar alcoholic with a short fuse and severe temper. My father while almost never there was kinder to me and I thought I valued his relationship more than my moms because of the hatred that years of mental abuse had caused me to feel towards her. Not to belabor the point but my nana called me a couple months ago and told me that my beloved father was dying. I gave her my deepest regrets for her possible loss but I myself felt nothing at all. The countless nights over the years I spent lying awake sobbing over his absence was really just a lust for a father figure not him personally (I think).

I think the true point is we love who we love and we just can't help who we love may it be a neglected prostitute or drug addict or a neglectful parent or spouse. Please don't dismiss my ramblings and discuss your opinions with me.

[msmoneybags48]

I have a different take on the subject of love.  You can love your family, your pets, and still, when it comes to men and women, there are a lot of mixed feelings.  You can love them so much you smother them to death.  You can love them but not be "in love" with them.  While I have been in relationships with men, they are sometimes shallow.  There is a thing called "obsessed love", where men and women are convinced, or rather have convinced themselves, "If I can't have you, nobody else will have you either".  So they decide to maim or kill you.  That is not love, in my opinion; that is control.  I love my husband and, if given the choice between being in a jail cell or walking away, I would do the latter.  I feel that is my right as a human being to be free to do the things I want to do.  When a man spends his time telling you that "nobody wants you but me", that is possession.  I had that done to me, but found out that when they don't want you, there are plenty of good men out here that do.  My father was never a presence in my life, because my late mother and grandmother decided he didn't need to be a part of it when I was a baby and deliberately kept me away from him.  He died of brain cancer at the age of 31, 11 days after I turned 2 years old.  My late grandfather (my father's father) would come by my grandmother's house and he knew I was definitely his daughter.  He died when I was 9.  I have other sisters and brothers on my father's side, but I don't know them.  My late mother loved me in her own way, but she treated me differently.  To Kaitlyn Helton:  I know where you are coming from.  When I was 9, I was asked what I wanted for my birthday, and I told them I wanted a father.  The response was nothing short of heartbreaking, for my mother swore at me and told me my father was no good.  I cried myself to sleep with those words ringing from my ears.  I love my daughter and I am there for her unconditionally.  To me that is love.

[Delphyne]

With so much hatred and violence in the world, I must thank you both for sharing your views on Love. 

This poem was written by e.e. cummings.  I think it sums up how I feel about love.  "I carry your heart..."


He wrote in a style that was particular to him.  Many of you may not understand his poetry.  But, for those of you who do and who will, here is his poem...


“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”

[Delphyne]

And one more by e.e. cummings.

"love makes the little thickness of the coin" 

I absolutely adore this poem.

hate blows a bubble of despair into
hugeness world system universe and bang
-fear buries a tomorrow under woe
and up comes yesterday most green and young

pleasure and pain are merely surfaces
(one itself showing,itself hiding one)
life’s only and true value neither is
love makes the little thickness of the coin

comes here a man would have from madame death
nevertheless now and without winter spring?
she’ll spin that spirit her own fingers with
and give him nothing (if he should not sing)

how much more than enough for both of us
darling. And if i sing you are my voice