Val enjoys writing prose in rhymes by always leaving a message of a life truism in each piece.
As seen from my modest angle of observing, love is a frame of heart, not a response to something that would "deserve" to be loved. I may be insanely in love with my wife, whereas some millions of other men would find nothing particularly lovable about her. Some might even fish for reasons to dislike her altogether.
Thus, that frame of heart has a lot to do with our personal taste, but also -- albeit rarely -- with a highly cultivated spirituality. Not a spirituality that has become a household word for religionism, because one can be a hard core atheist and be very spiritual; or one can be a hard core religionist and be a suicide bomber.
Pretty much it means that no amount of reading a holy book, visiting a church, a mosque, a synagogue, a temple, or a sacred ground, will make one a "loving person" if they are just another jerk with a "dignified hobby".
Also, I see "loving" as a possible compulsive adaptive defense mechanism. I know, sounds fancy a sort of, all until we remember those very sensitive, and heavily bruised people, who made it a habit to meet all life's crappiness with a loving smile. Scared of their own painful reactions they resort to almost unconditional loving.
So many of those will build on it a strong religious devotion, easy to recognize by their constant talking about love. But don't kid yourself, they will shun you like a devil's disciple if you happen to be of no popular religious denomination, and especially if you have expressed your views about manipulative nature of organized religions. Suddenly, their "unconditional forgiveness" doesn't show. Well, as I usually end themes like this one -- to each their own.
But then, of course, there is love that we usually talk about, one of romantic nature. So much has been said, poetized, and sung about it. As a matter of fact, even I got this idea to add something to that lot with a couple of my own rhymed creations.
Love Possible by Heart's Contrasts
After so much poetry, so many songs
love inspires us to say something more
even in clumsy prose where it can't belong
I'll share some thoughts that no one asked for.
With so much love being advertised around
we would assume how it's also practiced a lot
whether mentioned in Heaven or on the ground
but being some experts at loving -- that we are not.
In contrasts we live so we must know hate
in order to know what love is all about
we have to feel pissed to feel great
able to trust after having a doubt.
Yes, love is divine, almost out of man's domain
for, when we feel it, out of this world it seems
many a time it may literally drive us insane
surreal, like made of fabric of dreams.
But we only know light after seeing dark
so love fills that void in a longing heart
someone showing to ignite that spark
but with so little to drive them apart.
Like a pendulum swinging between extremes
hearts may soak in love, only later on to drain
all until someone else jumps into their dreams
with so many just talking about love, all in vain.
Love isn't what I would dare to define
no words could do justice to that feeling
others have called it profound, and divine
almost not to be uttered before first kneeling.
It is so much easier to say what love is not
like when I'm horny, or have a piece of pie
as there are other things that I "love" a lot
but they've never made me look up at sky.
Can't "fall" in love, it always caught me on my feet
love or not, just couldn't afford to lose my mind
while surrendering enough to feel it so sweet
not enough though to go completely blind.
There's something like wise emotions
that are void of any crazy self-deceiving
heart fragmented between good devotions
each with its own good taste in rational living.
We cannot love without a peace of mind
a turmoil in heart polluting every fine feeling
so capacity for loving is many things combined
it can't be just a left over after all coping and dealing.
Love is like a flower to be nurtured with care
never a possession that we take for granted
it's not about a "give-and-take", but to share
if not meant to bloom, better not be planted.
© 2021 Val Karas
Val Karas (author) from Canada on April 01, 2021:
Ravi -- Thank you, I'm glad you liked it.
Ravi Rajan from Mumbai on March 31, 2021:
Beautifully written Val. One of the great things about love is that it is bottomless, ageless, and eternal. The more one writes and shares it, the more it grows in leaps and bounds. Thanks for sharing.