How does one acknowledge if love is in their destiny? The mystery behind true love is never easily acquired, which in turn creates a quixotic vision for those who are unwilling to learn. Love is an art that must be passed on to worthy lovers and to those who are worthy of being loved.

For when those who were unworthy finally tried their hand at this exalted ritual; anguish and trauma showered upon those who were held victim to the manipulation of the heart. Now, because the unworthy have cursed the sermon of love with the assertion of tragedy, it is necessary to woo one’s other half of their own moon with a pure verismo to once again resume the sacred ritual.

Attempting to woo an individual whom we desire to become our own consists of a tedious labor. The sweat, blood, and tears involved with procuring our partner’s admiration is a tribute: A token of our homage, the reciting of a hymn to worship the ones we yearn. They are cloaked with a visage that parallels that of a God or Goddess, while we nourish their souls with affirmations of a love we confidently profess.

Whereas the mere definition of love may seem like nothing more than a fleeting collection of memories and sensations, to those who fail to grasp the true meaning behind the virtues of loving and being loved… Those with open hearts and pure souls truly understand that love is the expression of emotions so deep that they shift gravity’s pull, thus summoning the heart of the one they worship to meet their own.

We pray to our partner in a similar manner we call upon God, to fuse the mutuality of our souls into one. Once our souls bond though physical and emotional connection, they mature into a majestic ballad that intertwines the fates of both. The cries and warmth of physical euphoria flood the night sky, and ensure the completion of this sacred liturgy.

It is said that this bond holds the power to grant us vindication. But we know that our sins and the sins of our forefathers could never truly be acquitted. The raw slates forged from our spirituality and sexuality furnish a sense of resilience for any future tragedy to come.

When the unworthy vowed tragic happenings upon the art of love, it became an inevitability we all must endure. For tragedy is a sublime necessity for every story of passion. The very ingredient that puts our souls to trial as it captivates an audience from the outside looking in.

In our hearts we realized that this is a condemnation with no chance of atonement; while in my own heart of hearts, I knew that the cycle was reaching its point of repetition. The tiring sensation of love lost burned through every crevice of my body. I had lost the desire to fight, the steaming passion I once held for a vigorous release, for I was no longer a warrior… Though, it is this God-forsaken resilience infused within my spirit that furnishes my body and mind with a vitality that slowly circulates a will to continue.

In an age where lust has become so easily confused in place of love, those who are truly worthy are now an esteemed rarity. In the end we were all labeled as the unworthy. It was our own lust and aversion for ritualistic ideology that plagued the once pure art of love. Now we lay with many, exiled from true salvation, and destined for war and tragic love; and although we unwillingly repeat this never-ending cycle, absolution was never clearly written in the books. It was only an idea that kept us from rebelling. There is no happy ending for the once indomitable “unworthy.” A fate brought upon by our own selfish ambitions and intentions, cursing our vision of what love should have been.

– G. Delgado, “The Modernization Of Love And Infidelity”