The Gift
Love is many things in many sizes and shapes. Love is an emotion in its on entity but has many different emotions that go along with it and who it is. It is a word often said but secretly ever meant to be true. Is it giving all you got to receive few moments of happiness? Or using the word to achieve a certain response for somebody? Is the definition of love unselfishness? Look at yourself and say to yourself is there really a existence of love within me? Through my eyes I see that the definition of love and what it means can't be seen or written about even from your favorite poet. The answer I received when I asked what does love mean was a story of me and a man who lived centuries ago. He spoke to me as of living flesh and I asked myself how could this be? Through my travels to foreign lands, many people told me of this man. The name of this man was in numbers to large to count but when asked what he was like they all said love. So I went to where they said he rested his two feet. But first I was talked to take a oath of a man and was led to become a knight. The task I received was to experience just a taste of what this man had did. forty miles I went into the wilderness and all I felt was pain, anguish, despair. My mind seemed as though it was lost. After the forty miles I felt five minutes of his torture all I could do is scream. The pain of my flesh being ripped away as though I was nothing more then a prize meat. At end I could not see how this man could bear so much pain. When my task was complete I was greeted and told people who heard this story say that he never did exist. Do you get the hint? A wise man told me that the name that was most used was Jesus the King of the Jews but those that found him know him by another name. He then asked me if I had any clue, I nodded and replied love. Now I ask you take a breath. Be grateful that it wasn't the last the Great Architect of the Universe didn't let you make it your last. He almost has his temple complete and believe me that your life is nothing but a grain of sand his hour glass on his mantle piece. Realize how beautiful love is and see that love is not only an emotion but a special gift. The greatest anyone can ever receive .
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