Is Love Materialistic?
(Characters
in this segment are Rose and John)
Narrator:
John knocks at Rose's house. She opens the door to see him carrying a bouquet
of flowers in one hand and a red parcel in another).
Rose:
What are you doing here? (She asks as he let him in).
John: I
brought these for you. (he stretches his hands to give her what he is holding
but she declines).
Rose:
Thanks...but I'm not interested in any of these. (She folds her arms and walk away
from him).
John:
(sighs as he drops the load on the table and follows her) I took my time to get
you these and all you can say is you're not interested?
Rose:
John. You can buy me with all these. I don't need all these goodies. I need
your love and affection.
John:
I'm a busy man and I try my best to satisfy you. I have anything you need, be
it money or asset. I can take to any place you want to be. That should be
enough for you.
Rose: Love
is not materialistic. I'm not interested in your assets. All I want is your
love.
John:
(looking frustrated) You want so much from me. I can't satisfy all you want.
Rose:
Then how'd I get married to someone who can't satisfy what I want. please go
John, I need some rest.
John:
(frowns as he rakes his hair) Alright. We'll talk later then. (he set to leave
but Rose throws the flower and parcel to him). And along with these too.
John:
What?! (he ask in shock but she had slammed the door on him).
...to
be continued
Some
people see love as being materialistic. When they fall in love with someone,
it's probably because of their good looks, physique, money, educational
qualification, accent... and so on. This is why when someone people get married
and things about one of the couple start to change; like the woman increases in
size or the man becomes poorer, you see that the love has reduced.
A true
love is meant to be everlasting and eternal. It is meant to remain in the heart
of the person no matter what happens. Love is true. Love is real. Love is
eternal. Love is everlasting. Love surpasses material qualities. Love is from
the heart.
I read a
post on a lovely group on face book. It says: "Love at first sight or love
at last sight". Love at last sight means the love that will remain real till
old age. Till death do each other apart...and that is the kind of love that is
true and real.
I've
coupled some views about this topic by people. However, three comments will be
posted here.
James
Notch: For me, love is not materialistic. Love comes deep from the heart and
not from what people admire.
Joanne
Pearl: Love is from inside and not outside. Love is not materialistic.
Susanne:
In my own view, it is kind of. Like who would fall in love with an ugly or poor
man? I mean, love can be from the heart but it also deals with physical
qualities.
To back
today's topic up, here's a lovely poem by Sandra Oguike. It is titled: My Love.
My Love
Every
moment I inhale,
I
breathe you.
You are like
the air
That
fills up my lung
With
life,
And no
matter how much
I strive
To build
the smallest of walls
Around...to
resist the urge,
To fight
this delicious sensation
I feel
in your presence,
You
remain a distraction,
A sweet
temptation
Magically
smoldering.
And
every minute you stare
I am
caught in a snare.
Helpless,
I sigh.
Your
eyes are a spark,
They
light up a fire
Burning
red hot in my heart.
My love
When it
rains, it pours
But you,
you quell the storms.
You are
my Mars
My
seventh heaven.
When you
blurt out words
And I
hear your voice,
I am
disarmed,
My limbs
get wobbly,
I am
held spellbound
in the
hypnosis of you.
I love
you, no doubt
But
those words are partial
For they do not in the least
Spell
out the very least,
Bits nor
pieces
Of this whirlpool,
This
maelstrom,
This
amount of emotions,
The
deepest of affections
That I
feel for you.
My love,
In the
deepest part
Of the
chambers of my heart,
There
you lie,
Dwelling,
swirling in pleasure
For
there in my heart
You have
found your home
And in
yours, mine.
And when
our hands touch,
And our
fingers entwine,
Your
face, lips no further from mine,
Chills
run all over my spine.
Oh my
love,
Give me
more and more of you
For I
can hardly get enough of you
You are
to me,
The
wings in the birds,
The wand
to the wizard,
The
oasis to the desert,
The
waters to the river...
My
breath, my world
My
heart, my love.
-Sandra Oguike.
Join us next week. We're sorry
for the delay, but it's promised to be back this week again with another lovely
topic. The next topic will centre on "How does love feel?". Please,
send in your view on this topic to abdulwahabmaryamm11@yahoo.com to have your
name published in the next segment.
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