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What is love?
From the poet I learn that love is a flower. It blooms tenderly, taking days, maybe weeks, maybe even years, watered by care.
A second is all it takes for it to wilt, to wither and droop, like an October leaf. Silently. Gone.
The girl in my class says it’s wonderful. It’s a bit like flying.
From the author, I see that it’s loving another more than anything else in the world.
Reality tells me it’s parties, hangovers, arrests, and tears. More sour than the sea. More solitude than in an abyss.
What is love?
It’s that single echo, of a rock, dropped into eternal depths of that abyss. It tells you to wake up! Listen to me! I’ll tell you what love is, I’ll try!
Wake up.
It’s all around you. It’s inside yourself. When you find the love inside yourself, the love for yourself, for the sun, for the trees, for the breath that you exhale, you can finally live. I have found it. It’s not difficult. Let go of fake beliefs, expectations, and fears. Let go of those pointless tears. For whom are they shed?
And think. Think for yourself. What do you want?
I know what I want. I don’t think I want sensual love, love you can touch and love you can read and love you can take with you on a party or movie or beach. Though that would be nice. But still.
I want love I can FEEL.
Feel its breath become the atmosphere, feel its warmth in the sunrise outside my window, feel its presence with every motion of my hand and step of my foot, for in every second that I am alive, it lives with me, and thus I know I live.
What do YOU think love is?
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Love:
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres
~ 1 Corinthians 13:4-7
What does this all mean well when you love someone you are patient with them you love them and don't pressure them into doing something that you don't want to do. Love is kind when someone is kind to you love you with a deep passion. Love doesn't envy becasue they don't desire other things and want to possessed something. It doesn't talk about the things they did and there achivements. They don't dishonor someone or disrespect the person they love. They are not self righteous and they are not looking for someone to give them anything. They don't get so easily angry about something or at someone and they don't hold grudges over your head about something they forgive even though you are in the wrong. A person who is love doesn't prance around evil things. It delights in truthful things and trust the person they love.They hope and they always perservers meaning they stay with the one they love. That what Loves means!!!!
I think love is when you find someone you care & love someone so much that you can't live without..or it aches when you wake up, knowing you can't be with the person you love etc.
Love is also something people take for advantage ;//
no one really knows what love is.
Myself as a Teen i know that heartache is out there, i have shed many tears over "love". But oh well right we will be put through many trials.
<3Me
"Reality tells me it’s parties, hangovers, arrests, and tears. More sour than the sea. More solitude than in an abyss."
I love this part.
This article is amazing. I think love is nothing like what the public makes it seem. It's happiness in the purest sense possible within both people. Not some fairytale spawning from some over-hopeful, over-imaginative writer praying with every movie(or book) they produce something like love will happen to them. It's so much more and yet so much less than what the media leads us to believe.
Not that I truly know what love is either, that's just how I feel about it all.
