Love

‘One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.’ - Sophocles, Oedipus at Colonus While we’re in the vertiginous first throws of being in love, Cupid across bows fired seemingly randomly, finding rows of fertile soil for life’s troubles—pain mows. People eager to throw caution to t’ wind, immersed in the unknown, they often sinned. The hasty promises will be rescind; impossible dreams reluctantly binned. There’s no more excruciating pain, true, than unrequited love—it leaves us blue. Mesmerised by couples seemingly through mutual understanding: trust accrue. We’ve been loved; given freely of our love. We are rich beyond measure and above.