Love can be an obsessive compulsion
A deriding addiction that drives even the sanest of us to distraction
Is that Love's Mr. Hyde or just a love affair not meant to be?
Jealousy rewinding itself into rage, the fear of losing your love fueling the frenzy
When reality and surrealism becomes a blur and real life is interposed with disruptive drama
What about the tender loving moments that once rang true?
When before, all you ever wanted was the well-being of the beloved?
When love goes into a compulsive overdrive, it no longer bears resemblance to the once nurturing form of love, the Dr. Jekyll kind of love ~ a gentle and quiet love that is peaceful like the softest meadows
The serenity of knowing your love is real and no further words are required to reinforce what is already known in one’s heart
That kind of love is refreshing like morning’s dew and pure like the first snowflake…
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