Why does love fade away ?

Why do people crave for sexuality into the eyes, when it could be an abode of truth, innocence, serenity; and serve as a gateway to their soul?

Why do people crave for the sweetness of the lips and not the pristine smile which can make life worth living even in hell?

Why do people crave for the soft little mounds and not the feminine heart lying beneath that’s so loving and caring that can relieve pain and sufferings of a million years?

Why do people crave for those 11 minutes between the legs and not a place in her heart for a lifetime?

Why do people lust more and love less?

To me lust is the excitement and thrill of that initial spark of attraction that brings people and the object of their desire together. That's not love, that's survival of the species. Lust is like fire in a piece of paper; it burns our more rapidly than it catches fire, unlike love which is like a nuclear reaction which can keep souls (read as sun) burning for ages.

Why is it that love is like a living, breathing, or a dynamic entity that grows and changes over the years?

Why is it that even if taken granted for and forgotten to nurture ,it doesn’t fade like a photo sitting in the sun too long and can spring back to life anytime we turn back to it?

Why is it love that binds us together once that initial spark runs its course and the god like qualities of our beloved are laid bare and stripped away?

Why is it love that happens when the thrill is gone and all that’s left is the two souls; stark naked, shivering and flawed as all humans are?

To me it’s just because when in love we can put all of our beloved’s weaknesses, faults and shortcomings under the magnifying glass and walk away feeling grateful for having found the one person who completes and compliments us so perfectly that we wouldn't have them any other way.

Why do they take it for granted, when they have found their beloved?

Why don’t they nurture the relationship in the way it deserves?

Why do they make mistakes when they cannot correct them?

Why is it that they say the three most pathetic words –Sorry, Thank you and Please to the entire world who may means nothing to them thousand times a day, instead of saying the three most beautiful words – I ,Love ,You to the one person who may mean more than the world to them ?

Why can not they have wilder and more passionate nights than the one before?

Why can not they fall in love all over again every day with even greater intensity than before?

Why can not they ask her to dance sometimes when she is listening to her favorite song?

Why instead of snoozing the alarm clock they can not you adore their beloved’s face moments before she wakes up?

Why can not they find time to appreciate the small little threads that she wears round her neck and her feet?

Why can not they send her flowers at work and take her out on a date besides the Valentines Day or some anniversary?

Why are occasions necessary to appreciate how beautiful she is with all sorts of flowers when any day and everyday she is as wonderful and as mesmerizing as ever?

Life is beautiful because it is unpredictable, and it should remain the same with relationships. An unpredicted word of appreciation or a gift would be more romantic than a necklace worth millions on the Valentines Day .Why do people need occasions to celebrate when every moment in life is a celebration. Who has left this world alive and who will? Will all the things that they were sorry for; or all the Please and Thank You they said; count on the day they stop breathing? Life is all about choices; make your choices right because you would never get a second chance to rectify it. And what a pathetic life it would be if you regret a thing at deathbed.

Why is it that every time I see your serene face, I couldn’t help falling in love with you over and over again?

Why is it that every time I see those brown eyes, I get addicted and loose myself and never want to resurface again?

Why is it that every time I see you smile, I feel happier and all the pain seems to give way?

Why is it that every time I hear you speak, I feel more entertained than the best music’s?

Why is it that every time I touch you I feel complete?

Why is it that this bloody pump of mine chants your name in every beat?

Why is it that those eyes of mine always see your reflection in anything and everything it perceives?

Why is it that with every hair of yours that grow grey, I shall love you even more?

Why is it that with every moment I spend with you, I will have more memories to cherish?

Why is it that with every wrinkle that appears on your face, I will have one more thing to adore and appreciate?

Why is it that with every number that my spectacles would grow, and with all my fading eye sight, I would have a zillion images of yours in my memory as fresh and as vivid as ever?

Why is it that I would rather have one moment in your arms, one touch of your hand, one kiss of your lips, one reflection of mine in your eyes, one phrase from your mouth than eternity without it?

I simply do not know the reason.

Why is it that, heart is the only part which is often associated with love?

To me it's simply because it is the only organ in the human body which never ceases to beat just like my love for you shall never cease to exist.