The Indomitable Heart

If I am richer by any knowledge of late, it would be knowing that blood certainly is thumping in my heart paving the way for delirious pain. The very real pain I feel lately proves that heart ache doesn't escape anyone. Even the most cynical of urbanites living in the concrete jungle that is London, hardened by the harsh realities of non-committed relationships and nocturnal liaisons, will feel the onslaught of the varieties of love out there. Love is the never ending game of winning a heart, loosing one or fighting for one. It isn't governed by any rational logic, driven purely by indomitable feelings, it envelopes you at your weakest, and forces you to live life in the most unsecured circumstances. Is real love infatuation or is durability the ultimate testament for real love?