(Once I wrote a poem on love. Today I feel like reinforcing the same in prose)

Why we love a thing, animal, person or God is beyond our intellect’s vision. Such love doesn’t care if one has seen, met or known the other or not. It doesn’t care whether one gels well with the other. It doesn’t care if such relation brings benefits or losses. It doesn’t challenge any faiths. It doesn’t expect anything. It exists for its own sake. That love is true love that doesn't change even if the thing breaks, the animal bites, the person hurts or the God doesn't answer prayers! Its neutral, without any qualification whatsoever. Even trying to describe such love is polluting its purity.
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