2 o' clock it is sunny

A thought that keeps surfacing:

There are bigger things than love,
but love is too big to comprehend.

I have always found it difficult to write about the mystery of this cocktail, who hasn't. As, I was reading Rimbaud the other day, I realized his quandrary with love. Like myself, he only wrote about occurances with love, this being the only way he could explain love itself. Can the idea of love even be touched by words?
Nope.