Introduction

     Love is a many splendoured thing and I am the ruler over all things in Heaven and on Earth. 

     That makes love a many splintered thing.

     That is called a witticism. A quip, a remark that would make someone groan, seethe or cry outright. 

     Love is a subject that many have commented on in the span of reality called time. 

     Some have been romantic descriptions like Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde, Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson. 

     Some have been psychotic descriptions like fairy tales with government clerks and politicians, talk shows hosts and social-climbing producers. 

     Others have been humorous descriptions much like a lullaby lulling an innocent into death's grip would be farcical. 

     A couple would make any truly rational being roll on the floor with laughter, so just think of intersections and unfaithfulness. 

     If you mull about it, a clearer picture comes to mind. 

     The glasses you viewed love through immediately under go underfoot and into many sharp pieces. 

     The way I feel about involves shoeless, sockless feet. 

     Exacting pain shoots from the bottom to the top in mere nanoseconds. 

     Love is the pain that hurts the swiftest. 

     That’s not a quip. That’s not a witticism.

     That’s a verbose saying like the aforementioned that only makes the one who said it seethe, groan or cry outright. 

     Everybody else either ignores or pokes fun at you. 

     Love is indeed a many splintered thing.

Reviews

[S. Kimball]

This is pretty interesting. It appeals to a pensive state where one can consider in depth the more subtle points of what you're saying. I enjoyed the "splintered" bits. Splintered is a great way to put it. I see splintered wood in my mind, I can hear crackle. It's nice.

You've avoided the sorts of cliche and banality one finds almost everywhere. +100 light side points for that.

"The way I feel about involves shoeless, sockless feet" is strange to me. Are you saying that you are feeling about, as in groping blindly, or did you forget the qualifier of what your emotions are directed toward?

I'll read the other bits you have posted thus far.

[Julia Mancini]

Oh my goodness! That is so amazing! Well done!