what is the nature of love, to observe a person that encaptivates u, to gaze at the most complimentary qualities of a person, and misguidely believe you are traversing the depths of their soul, for how can one truly dive beneath the surface, the forced smiles, overused colloquialisms, how vain, how presumptous to believe you could understand the mystique, the counfounding, the ancient formation of heart and mind, flesh and spirit, yet it is a foolish trick that humans nay have yet to avoid, but no romance could ever occur in this corporeal world