Would you, You should

Love. It's a four lettered disaster.

The word itself is so unimpressive that its hard to imagine the excruciating emotions it evokes. It's a phonetically weak word. Even the lips dont bother to make an effort to pronounce it. They don't move closer or embrace each other just for the sake of it.

But, the eyes dance with it, the cheeks glow in it and the ears ache to hear it. The hands reach out to it, the gut weakens with its arrival and the feet bounce along with it. You can wear it, smell it, listen to it, speak it, and live in it.

Until, you drown in it. Until the eyes remove it in tears, the cheeks spit it out and become hollow and the ears go deaf to tune it out. Until the hands slowly come down and curl up in a fist, until the gut pukes it out and until the feet kneel to the ground, tired. Until it leaves you naked, senseless and until, of course, death.

Love. It's a four lettered disaster.