Isn't this the most succinct sentence to wrap up what love is?

I have no control when I fall in love. I can't choose love, it chooses me. It is unavoidable fate. There is something irrational involved. And usually it is not even the "fault" of the person to which the love is directed. This person can almost do what she wants it won't change my feelings towards her. I am at her mercy and I enjoy it. Everything she does has a meaning which only I can see. I don't think it is correct to say that my love is blind. Quite the opposite is true: love is like a mind-expanding drug. Every gesture, every look and every small word confirms my love. It is like being awakened from the dead. I notice so many details I haven't paid attention to before. When I am with her everything around is so much more intense: the colours and perfumes of the flowers, the cool breeze, the clear sky full of stars, the music playing in the background at her place. Everything is magic and who could resist magic...

Love is a present I can't refuse. But usually it doesn't last long. Can't help falling out of love is as frequent as the opposite.

Josh triggered this with his post from Sunday.

The next entry will be on music, I promise.