LOVE CONQUERS ALL
Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased,
nor is it etched in stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a
heart- and there it shall remain forever. Anonymous
It is so true that love has the power to overcome any
obstacles in its path. True love is relentlessly pursued by many. It makes
people feel on top of the world. Just like Pyramus and Thisbe. Even the wall
between them could not keep them apart. They found a way to communicate their
love for each other through the crack in the wall. All the nights they stole
away from their sleep added spices to their forbidden love. But then again, it
is true love or obsession? Yes, you may think, there she goes again, bursting
the bubble (a real pessimist). I am not bursting anyone’s love bubble, but
merely stating my opinion. It looks like Pyramus and Thisbe were fixates with
each other until they were so blinded by their love and in the end both died in
vain. If only they had stopped and analyse the situation, they would have been
alive and even married. I truly admit that to fall in love is a wonderful
feeling (spoken from experience). It is a feeling that cannot be described. It
makes you swoon in happiness and it all that you can think about. I would like to teach my students about the
true feeling of love and not ‘puppy love’ that feel in their teens. I will use
a better story with a happy ending and not a tragedy or even a poem. This is to
educate them and to teach them to be responsible when in a relationship and not
to act irrationally. Here is a nice poem
W. B. Yeats - When You Are Old
When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And his face amid a crowd of stars.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And his face amid a crowd of stars.
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