Don’t you find it insulting when others say they love you because you’re pretty? Fine,it could be really flattering to have someone adore your physical assets but isn’t it sad that all they see is that and only that? You may be majestic,hilarious,kind,gentle,thoughtful and a lot more of those good traits but NO,all they saw was that your lips are cute,your lashes are dark,your hair is so slick, your skin is so fair,et cetera.
How bothering is it that something so deep and profound as love could actually be dragged in such a shallow situation?! For all I know,love is something fervent and deep-seated. Correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t think facial features are that deep. Literally speaking.
Inevitably,time will pass and eventually the long slick hair will turn white; the smooth,fair skin wrinkles; those seductive curves turn into unwanted lumps. . .and in unwanted places.
Now,tell me how ultimately pathetic is it to make a volatile,temporary thing as the basis of a timeless,unconditional treasure which is love? It’s utterly disastrous when we misconstrue infatuation with love. That would be an omnipresent mess!
Love is seeing all the horrors and wonderlands of a person and still being able to declare that each detail,intricately,was indeed beautiful. Not because of the perfect chiseled face but because what you saw was a soul with its guard let down,a solemn monument standing tall amidst the ruins of a battle won. Nothing obscured,not one dot vague.
What you saw was the truth and it was beautiful.
But that truth can only be seen, as the saying goes,”through the eyes of love.”