a thing called love (not really a poem)

(this one thing is most understood i think, its so unfathomable how could it be true? it is, i forget it sometimes deny it but that doesnt make it false) picking up a book run a hand over the cover silence tilt the book at an angle and blow off the dust more silence sitting down stares at the book leafing slowly through the pages watching them fall some clumped together some more loose a few even torn silence interupted only with the sound of thoughts scurrying through my head "...i know what love is.." "...love doesnt exist..." 'what is love?' the question thuds down loudly between my ears much like the book now on the floor a long slow moment of pure silence i think i can hear myself blink pick up the book and open it again how many times have i done this? ive come to the conclusion love does exist but it cant be humanly possible...for a person to love another, or can it? without coming to a conclusion i quickly flip to a remembered page, a favorite, a life lesson ill never forget "for i am convinced that neither death nor life, nor angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to seperate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." if you were to ask me what love is....i would have to conclude that this is love, nothing can keep Gods love at bay no pain no sorrow he gave his son to live a blameless life to then take all our sin and die and was then the conqueror of death of sin when he arose from the grave three days later... because i hold the spirits power within my heart i can say i love and know love but only when i do it through Christ....it seems that all other loves fail or grow old, stagnat, or unsatisfying....if you want real love look up, it isnt easy it may not make sense but its truth is more real then you are (romans 8:38-39 a verse i remember every time i dont need it, go figure)