Flush

The flush of love is always heady. Intoxicating, beyond reason. Leaves one helpless and feeling foolish. Its when the most resilient of minds gives way to the whims of the heart. Its when the heart's desires are limited to just one or two things, to see the object of affecton or be with the person. When cupid strikes it leaves one totally incapable of anything but desire and longing. Love is the one thing that has survuved centuries and is stil going strong. The one emotion which has been as basic and primitive as hunger, fear, anger ,joy and sorrow.
One of my all time favourites from Shakespeare :
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.