Fiction: A Man's Love

Dirty again.
When man aspires to Love He is truly convinced that he would give everything he has in consumation of that love. The longer he goes without the object of his longing, the more desireable that object becomes.
Once acheived?
Well, then the goal is worthless. Transformed from unnatainable pricelessness into a common base desire fulfilled; worthless and sometimes even despicable - hated for the passion she arouses within him.
On the strength of this fickle-seeming Love of Mans' entire cities have been built and burned. The Love of a Man as rooted as it is in Illusory Perception is a tangable force. The manipulation, generation, and destruction of which has been the focus of generation after generation of peoples.
So potent, this Love, that even when the male is aware that he is under the influence of the deceptive Love agent, he still will trust his own senses and instinct. The very instincts that tell him he would give his life, for just one kiss.
What a strange, spiked, brew that keeps man returning to the Tap. When he should be aware that most his new fears, result in the loss of something he never had to begin with.
That everything should be this way; A Man's delusion used to prey upon an energy otherwise lost, gives up his hearts' freedom, at oh what a cost?