“A women’s heart is as deep as the ocean,” it’s perilous and full of secrets. It’s a wonder what we keep locked away, in the crevices of our hearts and minds…

There is no journey left untouched by the mystique of life. No heart unchanged by the tinge of love. There are no lips untouched by the hint of joy. There is no one left unturned by the power of emotion.

Nothing in this life is worth having, if you do not feel passion for it. A need, a want, a ‘must have’ feeling for whatever it is you treasure most, or hold dearest. A want….So strong nothing can stand in the path between you and it.

Love is that passion for me. Love burns me free. Sets me alit amongst the world, to wander in joyous confusion, in utter disillusion. Love melts all pain away, and at other times it scathes the worst scars in its way…

But one must never quit. There is no end to the attainment of happiness, until complete utter delusional joy is attained. Happiness so great you drown in it. That is true joy. And it is eternal.

The path to that joy is long, and tiresome. Lonely and almost abandoned. A true warriors’ path. But with a god’s reward.