brags of substance

there are the hopeful, and maybe unfortunate, men in life bound to the inextricable reins of love. he may be left to suffer, or to enjoy whilst surrounded by love, which can either prove unfortunate or fortunate. one need not worry about how much money is to be obtained, or how many expensive collectables are to be acquired anymore. for the significance of life itself no longer revolves around material possession the moment a man realizes love is all that is needed to continue on.

for those who have successfully circumvented love, i say that you are most unfortunate. in defence of the man who has been left broken, abandoned by love itself, he will only be saved by hope and faith; for he is certainly apt to be rescued again by what escaped him before. no longer is ornament of any importance, for shakespeare rightly argued that love is “more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance.” it is not whether or not a mistake has been made, but who is left to fix it, for that man will prevail.

those left dependent on who has the most, or who has the best, things only tangible, are the ones that will certainly be left with nothing, for all that matters is love. a room, so simply decorated, if at all, can be of the most respected architectural design when it has been painted by love. no one person may possess the ability to understand the love between two people, for those two people are the only two who can identify with one another. but what has been said between two people is surely concrete, for passion plays a greater role in a man’s life than pragmatism ever could.

for it be much more simpler to leave and adopt a life of amour-propre, but as everything in life is replaceable, love will be the only thing to save you.

from me, to you.
just something i have been writing.