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YE, LAZY LOVERS!

 So, you claim to be in love and then say, "I love you so much I don't know what else to say?" Well, I'm sorry but I just think you're neither being honest with yourself nor your lover. 

I agree that love descends upon us like a heavy sleep that closes our eyes, and weakens our limbs and hands. I know that love is capable of rendering us speechless but it also forces our tongues to life. You will want to speak without stopping, about how your special one does these things to you, for we are well aware of the transformation that our bodies undergo once we have been marked by love. We are overwhelmed with the urge to go on and on about the great and shameful things that love puts us through, and yet know that we can never truly find the right words to fit in that bottle that we hope to achieve by talking about love. It's almost like in our endless chatters and mutters, we are scanning around for the right words that will assure our lovers that they're abysmally loved and cherished. 

Ye, lazy lovers, with the stench of impostors, let me shun you but before that let me teach you how to love. The world is full of objects and phenomena that we can use to describe our love. The oceans, mountains, rivers, flowers, trees, snow, wildfires, all of them. There are love stories clutched in distinct moments of history that we can tap into to describe our love. There are words of great thinkers of old; if you can't conjure your own words, why not hide in the near-perfection of other men's words of love? Think bigger, the universe as a whole, all those celestial objects so majestic, so lofty, so mysterious, kinda remind me of love. See what I mean? 

Just because there aren't the right words that can fully describe love doesn't mean we should stop trying. We can also borrow from other emotions, like lust for instance. Love is lust that has stood the test of time, so why not selectively use words that describe lust to attempt to describe love? Or hate, knowing what to say to a person you hate means you will know what to say to a person you love. Or anger, or jealousy, or hunger. There are millions of combinations of words out there that can describe love, so if anything, a real lover should never lack things to say to the one he loves. He should be conjuring up words and weaving them to try to achieve the highest level of eloquence in terms of love. That, coupled with a little action, is how you are supposed to love. Get out of here now, ye lazy lovers!


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