LOVE is...

Love is wanting the best for someone over and sometimes I spite of yourself.
There are different kinds of love. Romantic, family, nationalism…
The English language is the only language currently used in the world that uses the same word for love of objects and people.
Not showed anywhere enough in any corner of the world.
 
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Love is knowing there are imperfections in yourself and the one you love, and loving them harder because of them, not in spite of them.

Love is being connected to someone and feeling them close to you whether they are 15 feet away or 1500 miles...that bond never wavering.

Love is being brought to tears hearing the wavering control in your love's voice, both because they hurt and with pride and admiration of their strength.

Love is watching your special someone try to eat a taco...seeing the shell shatter in their hand...and getting a bowl to make that broken thing into the best fucking taco salad they've ever had, because broken things are just as beautiful as diamonds.
These descriptions made me nod and smile so much... this whole thread is beautiful in all the complexities of love.
 
Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me?
Oh my heart
Love is blindness

In a parked car
In a crowded street
You see your love
Made complete
Thread is ripping
The knot is slipping
Love is blindness

Love is clockworks
And cold steel
Fingers too numb to feel
Squeeze the handle
Blow out the candle
Love is blindness

Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me?
Oh my love
Blindness

A little death
Without mourning
No call
And no warning
Baby, a dangerous idea
That almost makes sense

Love is drowning
In a deep well
All the secrets
And no one to tell
Take the money
Honey
Blindness

Acoustic
 
Love is work, not everything in life is easy and to hold onto love for a life time takes work from each other, you have to work with and for one another to be an unstoppable team.
Love is a fundamental part of who we are. When we loose it we loose part of our selves. But love never stops and that part of your self will come back, it will be stronger.
Love is amazing and scary and somthing I miss
 
Love is when you are good enough for them and they for you. When you create a sanctuary together, away from the world and it's troubles.
 
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