Which of the two is better?

Is to have love but swinging around?
Or to have love and rejected?

Is to have but not to own?
Or to never have the one you own?

Is to care but not loved?
Or to love but not cared?

Is to cure but a pain?
Or to have pain but pleasure?

Is to have happiness but boredom?
Or to have misery in elation?


This is the philosophy of love one may face yet may not resolved. Can love ever be rational? An ejection of emotion that defies rationalism?

Love may be intense but yet painful. Can we ever be satisfied through our idealistic view? Does it also mean loyalty? Then why all the infidelities? Why the insecurities? Love is pure with no grudges but we bear so much pain and flaws? Can we ever have an answer to all the questions?