Cursed

When I see love whether I watch it in an act of kindness, or see it in the face of a lover being kissed, or hear it in the words of defense or the words of exaltation of one so loved- my heart swells. There is nothing more beautiful to watch, than love. It's everywhere. It is the light in the midst of a caress, argument, hug, affection, kindness, desire, envy, and jumbling tummy.

How can something so beautiful have been learned to be something to be ashamed of? Something shunned, dismissed, erased, invalidated and feared? Love doesn't strip you of security or joy, it fills you with their wonders. The profanity of this insanity...why did you make love a four letter word?

Definition of PROFANE

transitive verb

1

: to treat (something sacred) with abuse, irreverence, or contempt : desecrate

2

: to debase by a wrong, unworthy, or vulgar use