What is love?

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It’s one of the age-old questions that many philosophers, scholars, professors, accountants, ice-cream vendors and zoo keepers have spent hours pondering and discussing: “What is love?”

A few definitions I stumbled upon included:

– a strong positive emotion of regard and affection

– strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties

– an assurance of affection

– warm attachment, enthusiasm, or devotion

– the object of attachment, devotion, or admiration

It’s the subject of movies, songs, and conversations; it the cause of tears and the beginning of joy; it has the power to uplift the spirit or completely devastate it; it brings people together, unifies hearts; it’s the reason girls giggle and boys blush; it can make you feel ontop of the world, but if lost, it makes the bottom seem pretty low.

I was asked this week what my defintion of love is, what it means to me. It was quite a challenging question, even though I’m a hopeless romantic. But this is what I came up with:

“Love is the feeling you get when you see someone and your hairs stand on end, your toes curl up, you giggle uncontrollably, start to blush, feel giddy and ready to faint; you feel like your heart’s about to BURST and you realise that just to be in that person’s shadow makes you oh so happy! Love is acceptance – and when you find true love – in it’s proper form – it becomes home…when you’re a child, your parents are home and you love them – but then you find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with – your true love – and you find home in them – which explains why you then separate form your parents and become unified with this person.”

Love is a child’s ice-cream on a hot day; it’s the feeling of running into the cold water of the ocean when you need refreshment; it’s the tingling feeling of grass under your soft feet; it’s that melody you just cannot seem to get out of your head; it’s self-raising flour to the recipe of life; it’s the one road out of a billion that you choose when you decide to take an unexpected roadtrip; love is raw emotion; it’s the acceptance and protection of the vulnerability of another; it’s the cause of the little lines that become etched at the corners of your mouth over the years; it’s the reason why you feel compelled to admit you’re sorry when you know you’ve hurt someone; it’s the reason Shakespeare was so popular; it’s the colour we weave into the tapestries of our lives…

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