CUPID'S TARGET

CUPID’S TARGET

A popular song of long ago declared that “Love is a many splendor thing” and indeed it is. It is also a many confusing promises and a many lamentable disappointments. Love, in fact could be anything or perhaps plain nothing as good poet clearly established.

February is considered and accepted as the month of love. It is when Valentine’s Day is celebrated supposedly for lovers following all the puzzling stories behind it. It will also be the start of the Chinese Year of the Tiger.

Love is generally a romantic relationship though it could sometimes be a mathematical problem. One plus one is two but in love one plus one is one or sometimes three since love could result to a triangle or a square or a rectangle but rarely is it a straight line. Love could be a dot as a dating spot or a circle like an engagement ring.

I cannot see up to now the rationale why the month of February is celebrated as the month of love. This month is always lacking even when it is sometimes added with another day. Is it because in fact love is always lacking?

The old poet noted that Love is almost always on fire but it is never burning; It is much in winning supposedly but more often loosing; it promises to be true but most of the time end up lying; at times it is sick but seldom is it dying; love can actually be anything but generally it is actually nothing.

Who is he who says? Love is like a cup of coffee. When it is hot we want it cool, when it is cool we want it hot, always wanting what is not. The color red claims the color of love as shown by a fresh red long stemmed rose or merely a red heart shaped piece of paper. It is commonly represented by a heart because it is as fragile, as sensitive and as hard working as the heart.

But most of all love is symbolized by Cupid because It is as innocent, as naked as it is also as courageous as a warrior ready to release his arrow to win a fight.

Love promises the stars and the moon, the rainbow and the honeydew, the bed of roses and the happy times but you will wonder why love is never at peace with itself. To many Valentine (LOVE) is just a day but I don’t mean it that way.