I would prove to men how wrong they are to think that they stop falling in love as

they get older, since they actually start getting older as soon as they stop falling in
love.
What is love? Why so much talk about this feeling? Why in all times about love
composed songs and poems? Why love has inspired painters, sculptors, musicians to
create great works? The years go by, a man tries in vain to comprehend the mystery of
love, explain its magical effect on the life and fate of the souls of men. Neither scientists
nor philosophers can give a definite answer to this question. One always remains
undisputed and unchanged: in man was originally founded this eternal and purifying need -
love.
A real man is a man who is capable of the main feelings: friendship, compassion,
respect, loyalty, and, of course, love. And what could be more beautiful than true love?
Love, which is not only a natural attraction, that does not focus only on external beauty. As
Giordano Bruno once said, "only a beggar, rude and dirty mind" can occupy itself only with
physical manifestations of love. The real person loves truly: sensitively, gently and
passionately. Such a person is not afraid of any obstacle, on the contrary, overcoming
difficulties and obstacles, he rises spiritually. For a man, able to love with all heart, is open
a new and unknown world - a world that every day is interesting, unique and beautiful.
Without the ability and desire to experience these feelings a person feels the
emptiness in his heart, in his life. He seemed to be deprived of something important,
without which existence is impossible. And when in human heart there is love, then even in
himself, he can open a previously not known to him wealth. These treasures - tenderness,
sensitivity, reverent attention to the neighbor, commitment, ability to complete self-giving,
and more, without which man could not be called a man.
Yes, each of us love in his own way and in their own way show this love ... "Love
have a thousand aspects," - noted K.Paustovsky, and continued, "... and in each of them -
its light, its sadness, happiness and its fragrance." This is what makes such bright and not
similar to each other feelings of different people. This variety fills our life with colors,
sounds, sensations, enriches it, make a significant and beautiful.
Of course, each of us love is different because and we are not the same in this
world. But I am sure that no one can live in the world without love! To love is to live - say
the famous poets and writers. Love - is light in the soul, only it gives life meaning. Love is
multiply and great, we breathe with it, we refer to it in moments of spiritual emptiness.
Because love gives life, as the land gives it, filled with water and warmed by heavenly fire.
Love moves the world. And the one who manages to kill the ability to love, who etched
from his soul everything - hot flame, and a rosy tenderness and depth of understanding-
aprosched to death.
Who are deprived of the ability to love have the sad fate, but those who could
consciously outlived it to himself is terrible. From the creation of the world Love and Death
compete, and where death is winner, the light becomes darkness, the truth - lies
happiness - anguish.