For me Love is magic.
I am talking about romantic love, the most encompassing yet selfish emotion in the world. The emotion that could affect even an iron-willed and ruthless person like Adolf Hitler, the emotion that was the harbinger of a thousand wars of the yore.
“That love is all there is, Is all we know of love” said Emily Dickinson. It is magical , it is mystical.
Is there another emotion that can compete with love?
When you fall in love, it is the most magical thing you experience in your whole life. The person, who stirred this emotion in your heart, all of a sudden, acquires the power to make you his/her slave and you become ready to do anything to win his /her affections.
Nothing matters anymore other than your lover. It is as if this magician called love has put you in a trance, all you hear are his commands, and you become a helpless puppet in his arms. Every thought like a homing pigeon returns to your lover and every moment you invent a reason to be near him/her.
It is like a powerful potion, which has been absorbed by each and every cell of your body.
If the magic ends for some reason, you find yourself drained out of the very substance that had fed your soul, and you wish that your heart ceased its rhythm. The beating of your own heart starts to hurt you.
Many lives have perished after falling prey to this ruthless magician. While many other lucky creatures have flourished and bloomed just because of its magic.
Why do we become minions of this crazy little thing called love?
What else is Love other than Magic?