What is Love ?

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What could be more poetic than asking the question,

"What is REAL Love?"

People use the word "Love" so flippantly.

"I love Bacon Double Cheeseburgers."

"Making love"

Real love, if I can be so bold as to attempt a definition of sorts, isn't lust, or affection, or compassion, or a vow that one takes at an altar.

It isn't an affinity for some person who fulfills a need you have.

Real love isn't even a fixation on the fantasy that one builds up in his or her mind surrounding another person.

Real love is a change in the person who opens his or her heart and accepts another unconditionally, admirable qualities and faults, beauty along with wrinkles. Love is a spiritual cord that once formed, bonds you to another person, for better or worse, because real love cannot be undone.

To me, this seems to be such a foundational question to human happiness, that I can't imagine why it isn't asked more often and with greater import.

Don't tell someone you love them unless you mean it fully,
and don't ask, "Do you love me?"

Ask instead, " Do you understand what it means to love me?"


And when I say, "for better or for worse" I mean that too, for love is a conduit through which can flow either the greatest joy or the greatest agony one can experience.

The moral of this story is this: 

When opening your heart to another person, choose fearlessly but wisely.


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