The misgivings of an idle mind

What is love? What is this mysterious emotion that drives grown men to defy kings, gods and nature for its sake? What is this ambrosia that awakens the blush on a maiden's face and lifts her steps as she walks? I see those around me consumed by love. They seem to live in world filled only with contentment. There is a spring, in her step and a secret smile upon her face. There is a …

…as inconsistant, and I am fascinated by it. I wish study it as much as to experience it. When is love going come knocking on my door? When can I be absent-minded and have legitimate reason for it? Is it going to be tomorrow? In years time? Next month? Or within the hour? I don't know, but love, I hope you come visit me soon. Because I long to understand and encounter you for myself.