Thursday, October 1, 2015

Love

What is Love?

What does Love feel like?

Is Love even a feeling?

So many questions, such a complicated topic.

Where to start?

Well, I took the liberty of searching for the definition of "Love" this was the result:

love
ləv/
noun
  1. 1.
    an intense feeling of deep affection.
    "babies fill parents with intense feelings of love"
    synonyms:deep affection, fondnesstendernesswarmthintimacyattachment,endearment.
  2. 2.
    a person or thing that one loves.
    "she was the love of his life"
    synonyms:beloved, loved one, love of one's life, deardearest, dear one, darling,sweetheartsweetangelhoney.
verb   (this uses the same word to describe the word it is trying to define, making this definition pointless)
  1. 1.
    feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone).
    "do you love me?"
    synonyms:care very much for, feel deep affection for, hold very dear, adore, think the world of, be devoted to, dote on, idolizeworship.


    However, Google search defines Love as a noun, witch is a person, place, thing, or action. Not a feeling, witch is how it is described.

    Well... that was useless.

    So I dug deeper, and since Love is not a person, place, or thing, I can only look at it as an action.

    Because it is

    Love is something you do, not something you feel. Love is being patient, kind, Love is slow to anger. Love is truth, and being faithful.

    When you choose to Love somebody, you are making a commitment to always think the best of that person, you give them small parts of yourself, your trust, your promises, your time, the feelings come soon after.

    When a couple get married based on just a feeling, their relationship crumbles to dust, because that is all it has to stand on.

    Beauty fades, withers away, beauty is nothing.

    Unless you Love

    Then, only then, will they stay beautiful in your eyes.

1 comment:

  1. Love is a many splendored thing
    It's the April rose
    That only grows in the early spring
    Love is nature's way of giving
    A reason to be living
    The golden crown that makes a man a king

    Once on a high and windy hill
    In the morning mist
    Two lovers kissed
    And the world stood still
    Then your fingers touched
    My silent heart and taught it how to sing
    Yes, true love's
    A many splendored thing

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