Why do men fall in love?

Why men fall in love?

Because they see a glimpse of beauty, available and unattainable.

Beautiful features startle our imagination. As in the fairy tale with the prince and the frog. A frog is always a frog, but a “prince” can be anyone, anywhere, anytime. The beauty of the prince (princess) develops the world, enlarges our perceptions, and the space can be curved…..for a while.

Not because of me. Neither beautiful, nor available, my space is flat. But I have the Words. Through my words, I can shape everything.

Love is always green. Remember that.



Beauty by Vincent Van Gogh.


She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... In ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. In the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author at Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, My Trending Stories and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

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4 comments on “Why do men fall in love?
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