Love is not consolation. It is light.
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.