Three cheers to Love

"Love"- thou mighty object of fascination- you fit well in all apparels, all cultures, all age-groups. Lexicographers fail to define you. It takes years to understand what it actually is- whether it is a verb, or a noun, or an adjective; (please excuse my grammar). But all I mean to say is that it fits well to all dictum, all sentences, all languages.

Nay! I do not have the right to dishonor you "love"; nor do I have the guts to glorify you. I am just a mere persona out of your countless captives with servile fearfulness. You come to anyone's life without knocking, stay there like an unwanted guest. And then, you forget your manners...err, pardon me, for I have no right to speak against you.
But yeah! you forget your cosy attitude and respect towards your host. within a few days. You make him appreciate the unrealistic melodrama of life again and again. Some say, you are mean, you are cheap; but, I dare not speak against you.

How can I? I am the one who gave you my heart to dwell. You controlled my tepid emotions every now and then. You blunted my aptitude. You disintegrated my mind from my body. Under your sole influence, I oscillated between mania and depression. Oh please! do not be out with me. I have no courage to mock at you. I, myself, have become an object of mockery- and how can I?
But you- no words of gratitude in your favor; not after I have lost my golden years dreaming of the silver lining you showed me. But ten out of ten for your capability to divert one's attention. You can easily make a straight path look like a parabola, or an eclipse or something else beyond the actual geometric definition.

And thats your credibility. You fool lexicographers, you fool philosophers, you fool scientists. Only "historians" and "the self-inflicted" have the credit to acknowledge you. Historians write to warn others and fools like me take it as an inspiration.
But to your honor, I swear, whether it was a moral boost or an emotional outburst, I have failed to acknowledge you. But no grievances at all ! Why should I?
You played with me all these years. According to you, life may be short. But according to me, the time remaining is sufficient for me. I do not want to be fooled again. I hear no music in a quiet room; but yes, I hear when the music system is on. I have become very practical.
But still, three cheers to you- love.