More often than not you hear of happy divorces and unhappy marriages,
less and less about the contrary.
This is our backward world
that tends to turn all natural and normal things the other way,
like in the horrors of George Orwell’s future world
which now already is a nightmare of the past
while nightmares of the present keep accelerating,
building up unto perhaps another Noah’s flood;
and where did love get lost and disappear
in the destructive course of history?
No, it was always there
but always under cover,
hiding to protect itself
and to survive, in spite of all, with difficulty,
but occasionally to give signs of life,
triumphing suddenly in beauty
mainly in the works of art
to prove and manifest eternity
in contrary to all the mortal vanity of history
and showing, that if man and history keeps killing life,
love always does the opposite
to always triumph in the end.