Of sweet nothings, amor Senor!

So much in love, always, ever since, forever. Hopelessly smitten, even with warm abrasive tears assaulting the cheeks. Happiness in love, love in happiness, loving the happiness, happy for all the love. Love songs, making sense always, all the time. When you hand over those special somethings around dear Lord, ensure that you drop love in my kitty. Don't gimme hope, its elusive, makes you wait, at times till an eternity or what seems like it. Don't gimme courage, it has made martyrs and fools out of men alike. Don't gimme fame and fortune, the former brings unprecedented lonliness and enemies and the latter a false sense of security.
Just hand me the love. Years back I would have asked you for the kind that did not cheat hurt or manipulate but now no such limitations no more. Just give me the power to love in any and every situation. It will be my salvation, my chain of Buddha moments when I can look and feel beyond the power of another individual to hurt and just return pure unadulterated love. Its a favour to oneself when another's actions induce belittling anger, resentment and scores of alien hateful feelings.
Help me hold on to the love, its my faith, its my hope, its my street to salvation. It is probably all I have got.