Our eyes are windows to our soul, and our lips are the petals to our heart. When passion takes hold, our hearts beat as if they were on fire. Love fills our body and floods our heart, and in its embrace, our lips melt into oblivion. And even after it leaves us, the taste never disappears, and our heart cries to feel once more. And that is love’s embrace.
As U2 eloquently sung, love is blindness. We never see it coming. We never see it stare deep into our eyes or when it walks away. Our hearts cry for it, but sometimes its cry falls on deaf ears. And like Rodney McKay in Stargate: Atlantis, sometimes we have to wake up, grab hold of the one that we love, and never let them go. And when that kiss comes, love ignites, and in its embrace, we fade, fall deep into its arms.
Love is a mystery, one that hides in plain sight. We look for beauty, but does it live in its heart? Chemistry starts our ignition, but does the fire eventually dwindle? If we pull the layers back of the one that stands before us, do we really see the one hiding inside? Is our story of love the same as the tale of beauty and the beast? Would it be so shocking to love a monster, a man such as the General, who locked lips with beauty, Gretchen Morgan of Prison Break? Is love so blind, or is love so right?
The trials of our life burn so deep, defining who we are to become, and the mold of our hearts beg to be shaped within the hands of love. We could go through hell and back, but what would really save us would be the one to love us, if only we could find that angel to hold our heart. And for Dean Winchester of the Supernatural, love came under white wings and swept him up into love’s embrace, and then it vanished in a blinding, white light. Love is so rare to find and so hard to hold onto, and Belinda Carlisle once sang that in heaven, love comes first. So, maybe we should make heaven a place on earth.
And life could be such an ordeal, drowning us under the weight of the world, and making us fall deep into routine, making life simple. If we kept everything in order, if we didn’t rock the boat, then everything would be fine. If we could dream up the perfect man, the right man, we wouldn’t be hurt, but what if love stepped in, once again disguised? Would we find ourselves swept up off our feet, or would we watch love walk out the door? Sometimes, maybe our life needs to fall apart, turn inside out for us to realize that it’s there, waiting for our hearts to open, and the hardest thing would be to break that routine and change our life. And for Jane in 27 Dresses, her life was simple. Her life was routine, and her dream man was only her boss. Her life needed to unravel for love to find its way to her, and the love that she dreamed waited in the arms, in the passionate kiss of one man, Kevin Doyle. And life could be such an ordeal, but life could also be a journey, one to walk within the arms of love, to walk within love’s embrace.