the veil of "love"
so i have recently begun to realize that when i fall in “love” this shield falls over my eyes and numbs my body. it makes me feel euphoric and enslaves me at the same time. i willingly submit to it, unaware of the pain and stress that is being inflicted on my soul. i am a drugged slave, trading my life for a few more minutes of “love.” St. Paul described love (a butchered version):
Love is patient and kind is not jealous is not conceited or proud is not rude or selfish or irritable keeps no record of wrongs is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth never gives up always believes, hopes, and endures is eternal.