Love, just a simple four-letter word really, but encompassing all the emotions ever known to mankind—fear, envy, joy, hope, pain, hate... Yes, hate can be intertwined with love, sometimes. But for most of the time, love is just... a wondrous being by itself. 1
Love is the ability to feel sheer joy at seeing someone, doing something—be it seeing a baby’s smile, admiring a lover’s beauty, watching the sunset (sunrise), sipping wine by the ocean, running barefoot in the green, green grass of the summer....2
Love is many things. Love is me/ watching the sun glow bright in the cloudless sky/ dancing for joy in the falling rain/ picking a flower and putting it in your hair....3
Love is like the endless ocean of bliss that we’re all swimming in—love surrounds us from the very day we set foot in this world. Love binds, love ties, love... can divide.4
Love can make people do nasty, foolish things—due to jealousy, fear, hurt... Romantic love goes under the divisions of unrequited, infatuated, and true. Without love, one can’t find much meaning to one’s life.5
Love is not only about that of romance—love can be felt for one’s family, friends, interests... et cetera. Love is all about life.6
Love is a roller-coaster of feelings, a carousel at the shiny funfair, a dolphin’s leap into and out of the water.7
Love is the grin of the beloved, the mindless and senseless sacrifices of the loving, the dream of a midsummer night’s madness. 8
As one well-known writer* said once, “Love is never better than the lover.” 9
Yes, I love foolishly, stupidly, painfully, eternally.10
Once upon a time, Love was a girl with the bright eyes and innocent smile. Love was a girl who never frowned, never cried, never felt.11
The feeling of love, brought Love to life. 12
And as my favourite singer** once sang, “Once you knew a girl and you named her 'Lover'.”13
This is me, sitting here, writing about Love, and maybe no longer wishing for a boy whom I can call 'Lover'. 14
Author notes
*Toni Morrison- 'The Bluest Eye'
**Conor Oberst (Bright Eyes)- 'A Perfect Sonnet'
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Love, to me, by itself, is pure. It is only when it is contaminated by the 'negatives' that it turns upon itself- turning into that mass of hurt and pain that spawned off that whole 'Love hurts' phenomenon (okay, it may not exactly *be* a phenomenon... but you get my drift. Love tainted with fear, hate, envy, just isn't pure anymore.)
It is supposed to help us become stronger, teach us selflessness (for when we love purely and unconditionally), and overall help us become a better person.
But, what *is* pure? (Sorry, as a current student of Philosophy right now, I'm taught to be very concise about definitions and such 
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*Is* love pure?
*Can* love be pure?
Well, yes, love, in its purest form, *is* pure.
(Not the variations of it though. Not the I'll-kill-myself-if-you-leave-me/ I-need-you-to-be-with-me-because-I-love-you stuff. Oh, that's all... bull. )
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What *is* love to you?
Comments
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This is cute. Writing peices like this makes people wonder when did love begin? And does it ever end?
Very good job, love it!
~Lone
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Well done!
This is a wee bit on the old soppy side for me being a chap, however the feel of the piece is tip top as is the pace of the piece.
Excellent sentance structure and sintax.
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