Ideals Of Love Is love just a something that should be effortlessly simple? Should it be vast and wide, dangerous yet captivating thrashing unpredictable familiar waves that grant happiness when conquered? Throws of wildness crashing unto itself while drowning every prisoner in merciless force. Does it wash away all the torture whilst preserving hopes and dreams of happiness stronger than that of past attempts? Will heart's ideals be painted in entire colour or painted black with tones tainted amongst darkness with glimmering light?