Defining True Love!!!!!

Can you define love? The definition of love is vague and yet, so simple. All of us fall in love, but how many of us understand the true meaning of love?

The meaning of love can’t really be explained, it has to be experienced.

The definition of love may be two sentences long, but what is love really, and how does it work?

And how does it make you feel?

The meaning of love

Love… I wonder what it really means.

Is it the feeling that makes me want to jump out with joy?

Or is it that touch that makes me want to skip across the clouds?

I wonder if it is love when I feel happy to see her face, or is it love when I embrace her passionately?

It’s strange but words seem to welcome poverty when we try to find the meaning of love.

I don’t know if I’m in love, I ask myself all the time if I’m in love.

Defining emotions – The definition of love

I really don’t know the definition of love because no one has ever showed me what love really is. They say it is felt, when I embrace my lover, when I hold her palms. They say it is to be heard, in the rustle of the leaves, in the cool breeze, in the words of the special person in my life. They say love is to be seen in the beauty of the world, in the depth of my lover’s eyes.

Or as some say, is love is to be tasted, like the sweet candy that melts in my mouth, or the way I melt when my lips meet her lips?

I don’t know what the definition of love is, but does love mean sacrifices and pain? Or is it love when I kill myself for her love? If that is true love, then perhaps, I’m not in love at all. I have never felt like I have sacrificed anything for her, I have readily given up anything that I could give up to make her happy. So what then, is the meaning of love?

What is love then?

Perhaps I still don’t know what love is, because no one has ever told me what love is. I’ve only read about it in books and listened to songs that try to explain the meaning of love.

I’ve heard songs that say love is like a river, some songs that say love is like an undying flame, and yet others that say love is like a warm breeze. How can love be so many different things and yet be the same?

But I do know that my world stops when I’m with her. I burn inside and warmth fills within me as she clasps my hand in hers. I lose sight of the world when I gaze into her eyes. I don’t know what it is that makes me weak when she hugs me. She makes me feel special when she’s around me. But I always tell her 'I Love You'

But does she really love me?