Love is hurt with jar and fret; love is made a vague regret.
Love is more than a noun- it is a verb; it is more than a feeling- it is caring, sharing, helping, sacrificing.
To love is to be vulnerable, to give someone your heart, and say 'I know this could hurt so bad, but I'm willing to be vulnerable and love you.'
Love is a state of being. Your love is not outside, it is deep within you. You can never lose it, and it can not leave you.
Love is like a batik created from many emotional colors, it is a fabric whose pattern and brightness may vary.
Love is no individual's experience; and though we are imperfect mediums, it does not partake of our imperfection; though we are finite, it is infinite and eternal.