What’s love got to do with it?

What's love got to do with it blog hopI’m part of Lynn Rush’s fantastic What’s Love Got to do With It blog hop. We have a great group of authors posting about love. And even better is the chance to win a $250 e-gift card from Amazon or Barnes and Noble! Think of how many books that would buy! Click on the blog badge or go to http://lynnrush.com/LOVE/ for all of the info and links to all of the participating blogs to see what they have to say about love.

I admit that Valentine’s Day is one of my least favorite holidays, so I thought I’d write about anti-romance. Sometimes love isn’t beautiful. Sometimes it’s messy and ugly and tragic. Personally those are the kinds of love stories I like to read. I’m not sure what that says about me. I’m not a big fan of insta-love and happily ever after where things work out perfectly and the heroine and hero ride off blissfully into the sunset. What happens the next day and the day after that? Love isn’t all hearts and flowers, despite what the greeting card and floral industries would have us believe. Love is actually hard work, and I think that sometimes the smallest unsuspecting gestures are the ones that mean the most.

My characters probably suffer for my views on love. Sadly they don’t have many opportunities for romance or even happiness. Kind of hard to do that when the author has them running for their lives. Feelings get put on the back burner. But even so, there is kindness and the slow building of trust. Lust is easy, but building a real relationship doesn’t happen all at once, especially for people who have been hurt before.

I don’t know if love conquers all, but there’s always hope. Love gives us something to live for, whether it’s romantic love, love of friends, a parent’s love for a child, or even the love of an ideal. Even in the darkest of times, these are the things that keep us moving forward.

So I guess in one sense I am a romantic because I believe in these possibilities. Love can bring pain and suffering, but it also provides joy and beauty. That’s what keeps us coming back for more.

Can you lie next to her
And give her your heart, your heart
As well as your body
And can you lie next to her
And confess your love, your love
As well as your folly
And can you kneel before the king
And say I’m clean, I’m clean

But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart
Oh, tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart

“White Blank Page,” Mumford and Sons

About Cindy Young-Turner

Hippie chick who is still hoping to change the world someday. Author of the fantasy novel, Thief of Hope.
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6 Responses to What’s love got to do with it?

  1. I love that poem! Very nice.

  2. I agree…Love is hard work after being with hubby for 23 years we still have ups and downs with us and with the kids.

  3. Shannon Bereza says:

    I love what you had to say in your post especially about what keeps us moving forward. There are so many kinds of love and it is hard work, especially the love of a parent and child. The love part is easy, but the relationship is not always the easiest. As a mom of five with two of those being teenagers my love for them is tested on a regular basis. I’ll always love them but there are days when I don’t like them very much. Thanks for taking part in the fun hop. I’m late, but trying to catch up on all the posts now.

    • Thanks, Shannon! So true about the love of a parent for a child. I only have one who’s almost five and a handful, so you have my admiration! There seem to be new challenges each day. I’m not sure I’m looking forward to the teenage years. Hope you enjoyed the blog hop.

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