On Love...

So they all said that I should write on 'Love' So I made an attempt... What do I begin with but to say that the moment I sit down to write about Love my words automatically string themselves into a rhyme. Every thought becomes a feeling lost in time. I try to write prose but poetry flows into my lines. I try to talk about the mundane but all my words turn divine. I try to make sense of it in my mind but I find that it's been seeking advice from that silly heart of mine! All in all it always ends in a mess. But I find a strange joy in all its funny business. To me Love is neither unjust nor is it fair. It's just a never ending affair....!