What is Love?

What is Love?

Love: What is it? Love, what is it? To many people love means many things. To others, to love is to place their happiness in one another. Others love can be how they feel about that special someone. I'm not talking about the fatherly love or that motherly love. I'm talking about the love that you feel towards someone. That special someone that you could possibly spend the rest of your life with. Webster defines love as a strong feeling of attraction resulting from sexual desire; enthusiasm or fondness. But to me love is not just a feeling, but it is the way that you treat that special someone that you care for. Treating them so kindly so they'll know you care and love them. Love in my eyes, is making that sacrifice for someone, knowing that you might regret it sooner or later.

Love is how you make another person feel when you are in their presence. Love is the laughter that you share, the time you spend, and the relationship that you build with that special someone. Many people show or express their love for someone in many and different ways. For instance, there was an ancient Egyptian Poem that captivated my attention. While I was reading the poem it made me realize how more people view love the same way as I do. The poem is named "Love, how I'd love to slip down to the pond." In the poem there were lines that helped me realize that love is not what you say, it is what you do. And in the poem there was a line that stood out far from the rest. It said, "Just for you I'd wear my new Memphis swimsuit, made of sheer linen, fit for a queen- Come see how it looks in the water". Not caring about how she looks to others or how foolish she might feel, she entices her mate with a swimsuit that when w...

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...itten by Chung Tzu there is a pome numbered 22 in the text. Part of it reads: Of fair girls the prettiest Gave me a red flute. The flush of that red flute Is pleasure at the girl's beauty. She has Been in the pastures and brought for me rush-wool, Very beautiful and rare. It is not you that are beautiful; But you were given by a lovely girl. In my opinion the moral of the poem is not to cherish what is given to you, but cherish the thought and sincerity of the person. Material items can be lost, broken, or even stolen. But when you see it as an action of ones emotion, the thought of that item ant the person who gave it to you will live on forever. Patterson 5 Today, many people have different out looks and perspectives about love and that what it is or what it should be. But you can't truly love any one until you answer that funny little question? Love: What is it?