What is love? What is this mysterious emotion that drives grown men to defy kings, gods and nature for its sake? What is this ambrosia that awakens the blush on a maiden's face and lifts her steps as she walks? I see those around me consumed by love. They seem to live in world filled only with contentment. There is a spring, in her step and a secret smile upon her face. There is a look of longing, within her gaze. And constant absent minded gesture towards her lips. I observe these tidings of love with great interest, for I have never fallen in love. I long for love to trespass into my li…
