Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. "Yes" is the answer.
What if Love wasn't Love, but Love was lust... And all things known to loyalty were betrayed by trust? Have passion become misery, sorrow or grief, Things to which we have in, now valued disbelief. If misery truly Loved company, then how could it hurt? Togetherness and happiness... taken for more than they're worth. What if Love wasn't Love, but Love was lust? Surely all we know and stand for wouldn't mean much.
It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. I Corinthians 13:4-8
Draw me thoughts.
Love is life; and if you miss love, oopps you miss life.