LOves incandescence bless's me.  It is the flavor I cannot go without.  Despite heart hurt it rmins unsullied, pure in it's essence and a reason for drive.  Asit move throughyou yu, you feeltearth lllkyouwre ot ttttth touch.  Itis the reasonfor mnsexstence andspit the outsdI am nsiddddddhereONG TB ORDstry tocares t'sse butee tongtebttttsilt anethere tiay. terblig tling elingmo g lthv droening,chkg oneselfspide we allufde toaigher callng.  Love. is lost to meaing.  Purpose, a mere crutch to get you through the day.  RZeligion sftens an already soft heart.  But love, it is fireworks in the trees in autumn, hope for deliverance a first kiss and last dance all rolled into one with a little bit of sugar to cut the acidity.  Why it remains is its sothing motion in part a soul fight part an agreement and in the end there is peace.  It is as if all losses are forgotten, all pain is forgone and what is left is pruity that most excellent moment of biss.  The waters seperate and you see the other side and it is there, there, where yuo long to be.  Love if lost it brings you direction, if hurt is is  salve for the pain, if worried it is the cooling compress for a furrowed brw.  It's opopisit is sometimes called indofference but i think