Love is never a feeling: it is an attitude; a part of one’s very life. It is unlike a certain dress one can pick and choose when to wear; love is worn all the time; it’s ingrained unto one’s soul, a constant feature in the heart, becomes part of the person, and an outward behaviour for all to appreciate, golden, like the morning song of a happy bird at daybreak.

Love never wears off; withstands the tantrums of all the seasons: bitter winter; scorchy summer; even spring and carefree autumn. Love pardons a foolish son’s recklessness; and it is as welcoming as an angel’s radiant presence; a smile that always works its magic in the recepients soul: love is a priceless treasure that comes home when a sweet mighty presence draws near.

Love is you; and you are love. In love’s eyes there’s nobody too old or too young, too poor or too rich, too high, too low: love sees people, in all their humanness, and pours from its fountain heart the soothing rain that calms all nerves.

Love is not unlike the sunshine that makes all things grow anew: bad tree; good tree; near-rotten roots; strong roots. Love does not discriminate. Love is like a surgeon who struggles hours unend to save the life of a bitter, bitter enemy; love heals!

Love sees beyond crimes aplenty, searches the heart of men, removes the mask of greed, bitterness, selfishness, embraces the soul, forgetting every man has a heavy baggage from the past. Love is about the now, the present, the future.

Love shows its dimled smile, asking, “How might I help you?” Love is not a feeling; it is who you are.

Love is me hurting you; and you forgiving me. Love is you not forgiving me; and me not doing same: it is you not forgetting to forget; me forgetting to remember.

Love is forgiveness; forgiveness is love.

Love is understanding; understanding is love.

Love is selflessness; selflessness is love.

Love is the beautiful story of life; the beautiful story of life is love.

Love is family; family is love.

Love is a helping hand; a helping hand is love.

Love is all of these; all of these is love.

Love is you, me, us, all our shared, forgotten, sorrows.