Love--how complicated or how simple

Its midnight when the thought of writing a post crossed my mind and call it; that the silence of night draws you closer to what you love so when  i had to choose a title, it couldn't be anything else other than love.
                         Love, i don't know what the word had with it for me but the thought of writing about it made me think about William Shakespeare .Shakespeare who expressed  his feelings about love in nearly all his literally works , be it  Romeo and Juliet ,Anthony and Cleopatra  or A midsummer night's dream and many more.All had love, true love ,honest love  and love as only pure lust.To be one person who have not read his work made it difficult for me to relate my opinion about love to that of  the poet .But suddenly  something caught  my attention , and that was a debateable work of the poet , a poem , a poem named , " A Lover's Complaint".A poem which expressed how naive love makes you .Poem had a young women  severely hurt  by her lover and she speaks of his lover's  hurtful acts and at the same time of his mesmerizing charms to an old man who asks the reason of her sorrow and then she concludes by admitting that she would go back to him regardless of all pain he caused to her, and that she would again fall for the young man's false charms.

                                             I read the poem , read it over and over , a number of times and then finally completed the title of the post. the title Love , Love which is complicated  or simple...love , is it the way  I see it or is it something which  i have never felt .Love , i  could never understand how it actually felt to be in love but yet at the same time fortunately or unfortunately fell in love a few times  and yet  still  happen to be unsure of the fact that each time was it  the real love?? was it that love  which is supposed to turn  the whole world beautiful for you and take away all your  worries ??? was it that love only  about which Shakespeare wrote ???

          I thought about it a lot and to my dismay i couldn't conclude that did i really  fell in true love ,, honest love or as to what Shakespeare wrote  was it just attraction or infatuation mistaken for love .Yet again my answer was not one out of yes and no  and then ,thinking that i am  mature enough, i tried to draw conclusions for all the times  when i " felt" i was in love,  but it  felt too complicated. Then one honest feeling crossed me.. feeling of  fact that in the quest of achieving true love,,i was always answering the one question  created by people,,,,created by me .. question which said that" is it true love or infatuation?"  and each time i was between two extremes pulling me towards them , pulling me to conclude and get on their side . And now when i look back  i wonder that in the tug the tender  relationship never got a say,, it never got a chance to grow, to bloom. And then with my one life and with my  one heart which had fallen in love few times i immaturely came to a point where i felt that may b each time the love i felt was the true love  ,may be i was lucky enough to  find  love so many times  and unlucky enough to be stuck in the same tug of war each time and each time concluding it to be infatuation  and continuing  the search of  true love... choosing to  wait for the day when i 'll be in true love. 

                     But in all this, the thing which i lost was the naivety of love , the naive love Shakespeare wrote of , which makes me also conclude the story  by saying that regardless of the pain caused i would again fall for the charms of the young man, the false charms of the lover, for my naive love i would again fall for the lover who pursued me ,loved me ,abandoned me.