If

If I am to love, I shall love truly and purely; faithfully, and wholeheartedly.

If I am to love, it shall be sui generis, something effervescent yet to be attained or conceptualized by man.

If I am to love, it will be all things grand, graceful, fanciful, and kind; a constant stirring of merriment, adventure, and placidity.

Is this not how love in its original design was intended to be experienced?

Count me naïve be it not, as I shall offer and accept nothing less than the sweetest honey, sap, and nectar. For if I am to love it shall be in this way or not at all. I fear not mornings in solitude nor nights in seclusion, less I spend eternity being loved fragmentally, parts of myself left to rot in the shadows of longing.

Alas, be there a kindred spirit to share and experience this love with I know not of, but this is certain, I shall not seek nor parade myself, for if I am to love I must be sought after, pursued not in jest or mere conquest, but in earnest, stemming from the desire to love, not as the world, fleeting, brash, and inconsequential, but as Divinity, unyielding, ardent, and staunchly committed.