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Love is blind. But this is the most beautiful paresis, which I wish all of us. Because love is to be happy. Each of us looking for this happiness - it is our inherent feature, which compares to a moisture: as you can not remove moisture from the water so it can not be disconnected from the desire to love every living being. I can see it in so many forms. My example, we have a cat on the balcony, which is firmly established with us. We live on the ground floor and the balcony is open in each when can someone come in here. And the cat climbed to us, and so was. He lives in a box pretty happy with life. Looking at this pet watching, as he wants love, attention, attention from another person. When you open the balcony Satya our cat purrs and fawns are longing feelings. At first we thought that she is hungry, but I hate her tasty morsels and she continues to dopamine in attention and barely look at food. You have to pamper it, the right sweet nothings, so that will feel loved. And no wonder. Each of us needs to love and be loved. Because - again I repeat - Love is to be happy means to locate somewhere in this heart, so that it can rest without worrying that someone will break them, trample. Only then can we really be filled and quiet. Let me quote here the most beautiful description of love :

If I speak in the tongues of men and angels, and love, I
did not have
'd be as copper or a tinkling cymbal sounding
.

If I have the gift of prophecy
and understand all mysteries, and
had any knowledge,
and all faith,
so as to remove mountains,
and have not love ,
I am nothing.

And if I give away all my possessions,
a body to be burned,
but have not love, I would not
gained.

Love is patient, love is kind
.
It does not envy,
not boast, is not easily
pride;
not allow rude,
not seek its own, is not easily
anger
not resentful;
does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices in August
of true.

hates everything, everything
believes
always hopes, always perseveres
.
Love never ends,
not like prophecies, they will end,
tongues will disappear,
or knowledge, which runs ...

perfect description, I do not know any better than this. Who wrote it, he had to get a taste of true love. Too bad that it just feels so very rare in this world, he said a great scholar:
" True love between people is so rare that people have forgotten what it is " ...