"Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun."
-Shakespeare-




Love is such a broad word...
but is still understood by many.

I wonder how such WORD existed.
How and when people realized it.

WHY...?

Such powerful torrents of waves
such mighty gushes of Atlantic winds
such ablazing torches burning on the inner orbs
such stable grounds for... everything.

Powerful.
Blissful.
Tender.

MAGICAL.