The art of true love.

An emotion, very easy to understand, to feel but we complicate.

Many have given up, some say it's never enough, to others, it doesn't exist.

But I appreciate William Shakespeare on how he portrays it, a bed of trust and sacrifices.

Watching Titanic was no different, still the same trust and sacrifice.

It's not a common word said, it carries power and greatness.

It brings happiness, sadness, pain, warmth because it nurtures every other emotion we feel, when we are under its influence.

It is selfless, brave even when it has reasons to fear, patient, kind and enduring.

It doesn't give up but lets go because it forces not itself on those that have no want of it.

It wants to be understood but ends up being misunderstood.

It wants to comfort, if only we open up, not only our hearts but mind and soul to it.

It satisfies more than what we think could satisfy us.

I am talking about Love, the art of true Love.