Love is the greatest of hypocritical feelings...
Love is always new and always changing.
Yet is is never really new and is never changing.
Love is the greatest of all joys.
It is also the deepest of sorrows.
It is comforting and familiar.
It is frightening and srange.
Love is cherished and nurtured.
It is also taken for granted and ignored.
Love is the hardest to hide.
It also the one we hide most often.
Love when share is priceless.
When kept to oneself it is worthless.
Love brings out the best of who we are.
It also brings out the worst parts that we hide.
Love is simple and uncomplicated.
It is complicated and confusing.
Love shows us who we are.
It makes us lose ourself in another.
Love completes us and makes us whole.
It also leaves us empty and half of what we could be.
Love is what we make of it.
We are what it makes of us.
Love is the most hypocritical of all emotions.
It's also the one most worth what it brings.
