In the misunderstood oversized belt buckled adaptation of Saturday Night Fever, Johnny Lee sings about “looking for love in all the wrong places.” The problem is looking for love, when you should be open to feeling love.
From the first moments you are held and kissed by your parents, our heart attempts to teach our mind what we need to feel loved. Over the next decade and a half the consequences of life wrestle with the ideal of perfect love.
Just before any understanding could be reached, hormones run rampant and sexual desire trumps everything you know to be true. Emotional truth is defenseless against a cute smile, soulful eyes, a tight butt and cleavage. Much the way that puffing on a Marlboro is a substitute for maturity, with an acknowledgment Elvis Costello, “There are some things you can't cover up with lipstick and powder.”
Despite going hungry at the buffet of lust, the heart continues to beat, ever hopeful to be heard, recognized and touched ever so sweetly. Unable to speak in a sea of emotion, lost on a tide in search of a notion; lub-dub...lub-dub... lub-dub beats your heart and with smiles and tears, in longing through the years… It wants, it needs, it feels for that perfect time to be touched and love again.
From the pure love of God, to the magical love of a mother, we search to find the perfect silence, in the presence of another that allows love to wash away the ashes of the past.
True love promotes sacrifice, compassion, joy and recognition of all that we are… and all that we are not. True love creates families that can instill the traditions and purpose of love in others.
Lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub, listen to your heart, speak only with your eyes and smiles. From the time we were born, we were more than conversant in the foundations of emotional truth.
Lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub, listen to your true love's heart. It should sound a lot like yours.
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