The misgivings of an idle mind

What is love? What is this mysterious emotion that drives grown men to defy kings, gods and nature for its sake? What is this ambrosia that awakens the blush on a maiden's face and lifts her steps as she walks? I see those around me consumed by love. They seem to live in world filled only with contentment. There is a spring, in her step and a secret smile upon her face. There is a look of longing, within her gaze. And constant absent minded gesture towards her lips. I observe these tidings of love with great interest, for I have never fallen in love. I long for love to trespass into my li…