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What is love? (express yourself poetically)

My wife gave me this Rumi poem for my birthday:

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.

Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.

WHAT IS LOVE TO YOU?

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Love: choosing the highest good for another person.
I would do almost anything to achieve this for my love. I would be whatever she needs me to be whenever she needs me to be that for as long as I live. I would always accept her. I would let her go, but never stop loving her.

Roses smell sweet.
Violets are pretty.
Love is complicated.

Love begins the moment that someone or something is more important than your next breath.

What is love
Oh baby, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me no more
Oh, baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me no more

When the Self
Embraces all sides--
Holds tightly to all moments,
Then releases with a breath
The air It borrowed.

Nothing, until I have found it. Everything that is good in life, when I have it. When I've lost it... I'm not sure what love will be to me when I've lost it. Perhaps the bane of my happiness.

I'm trying to paint a picture here, of something whose meaning changes relative to experience of said thing. With just the right amount of cheese to make it sound cool and elicit sarcastic responses and possibly contribute to a future flame war.

I wish that I were able to express myself as perfectly (and poetically) as some of the greats. As I cannot, I offer Deutsch's translation of Pushkin's "I Loved You." It meets me where I am, so far as love is concerned.

I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.

Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I.

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutal weirdness and call it love." -Dr. Seuss

Love is when your heart sees another human being and feels and cares for them. You see their faults and still love them, you help them and they help you through life to survive. If there was no love in this world I don't know if anyone could survive everyone would probably become depressed which leads to hate and sadness. Love is a feeling the whole world needs to share. Love not war.

Love between two beings is something special. The man I am with I love him for his personality, his humor, his kindness, his respect most of all the feelings we have for each other. We are there for each other and help through hard times and good times. We make the best of everything we have. He's my best friend. The love that is shared is unexplainable I can not even put into words how powerful Love is. Its precious, fragile, kind and so much more!!! <3

This is love:

Looking back, he sees it all..

It was her first date the night he came to call
Her dad said, "Son, have her home on time. And promise me you'll never leave her side."
He took her to a show in town
And he was ten feet off the ground
He was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh, the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him
Down that old road, with the stars up above
He remembers where he was the night he fell in love
He was walking her home..

Ten more years in a waiting room..
At half past one
The doctor said, "Come in and meet your son."
His knees went weak
When he saw his wife
She was smiling as she said, "He's got your eyes."

And as she slept he held her tight
His mind went back to that first night..

He walked her through the best days of her life
Sixty years together and he never left her side..

A nursing home at eighty-five..
The doctor said, "It could be her last night.."
And the nurse said, "Should we tell him now, or should he wait until the morning to find out?"

When they checked her room that night..
He was laying by her side..

He was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh, the way she smiled when he said,"This is not the end."
And just for a while they were eighteen
And she was still more beautiful to him than anything
He was walking her home..

Looking back, he sees it all..
It was her first date the night he came to call

Love defies definition but is known with instant recognition/
Simultanious connection from the inside out, and the outside in/
It gives us purpose, it gives us strength, it gives, it gives, giving is its mission/
The gift of being, the gift of now, the gift of sharing the moment with others again, again, and again.

Love cannot be found
But it can be created
On the rag tag team

there were never any pros
that could impress upon her
so I wrote this instead

It wasn't much and it
didn't stick
at first

love never makes it through
life's marathons
the sprints are far more
productive

I can't define 'love' half as good as these guys...

"And so today, my world it smiles,
your hand in mine,
we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done,
for you to me are the only one.
Happiness,
no more be sad,
happiness....I'm glad.
If the sun refused to shine,
I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea,
there will still be you and me."

- Thank You, Led Zeppelin \m/

What is love? Baby dont hurt me.

"Love is a temporary insanity, curable my marriage." Ambrose Pierce?

I think that above statement realizes commitment, devotion, loyalty, blind following without regard for self. This isn't negative, just what I responded to.
What is love?
Love is when I think about squeezing the "juice" out of my baby daughter when I hug her, but I don't.
Love is wanting to be surrounded by any sensation of that person, all the time. Touching, standing, whatever.
Trust is part of love, but not all of it.
Loyalty is part of love, but not all of it.
Not losing yourself, still feeling whole and sharing a life together.
Respect is part of love, not all of it.
Humor is part of it, but not all of it.
Appreciation for difference is also a huge part.
I don't know what it all is. I wasn't good at it except for my daughter.

Love is a context, a
habitual
unconscious acknowledgement that
this is enough.

A permanence
put past glances.

The beginning,
middle and end recognized
and accepted.

Peaking sunshine as I feel the sand between my toes
Reaching down to your dirt-stained hands barely slipping out of reach
Lounging about in a cobweb of unity we trace the stars
With a gust of breath, we blow the dust away from this antique book
Salty tears leave a puddle of truth at our shoeless feet
My knees quiver as I leave you to your journey
Wander the majestic mountains and let yourself grow
A hazy dream, you arrive at my doorstep with tokens of wisdom
We were always together, watching our stories unfold through a delicate crystal ball

Love is everything I feel when I look at my son,
He is the result of love,
and he is love itself.

"Making the decision to have a child is momentous.
It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body." -Elizabeth Stone

"Love is watching someone die"
Life is love
Each day is a step toward the end
It's a beautiful path that you watch your someone build
Hope
Faith
Dreams
Words
Needs
Form the vine covered wall
The ponds so deep
The cobblestone path
The full fresh trees
Happiness grows flowers
In fields never ending
And you watch
As this person does the tending
"Love is watching someone die"
It's kissing away the tears as they cry
It's supporting their vision
While their on this earth
It's allowing them
To attain and maintain
Their own worth
Being a piece of their puzzle on earth
Love is not doing
It's feeling
Love is not something we can do
For someone else
It's the ability to stand outside
Beyond the limits of where you end
Where they begin
And be a lover looking in
"Love is watching someone die"
It's a front row seat to a journey
That's not your own
Yet your allowed to see
Each bud
Each stone
Embrace your fate
So you can embrace that of
Another soul
Because this world is cruel
And the garden in which a loved one presides
Is the most miraculous sight
For the heart and it's eyes

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@rainnwilson Los Angeles, CA

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When the Self Embraces all sides--Holds tightly to all moments,Then releases with a breathThe air It borrowed.

Love cannot be foundBut it can be createdOn the rag tag team

there were never any pros that could impress upon herso I wrote this insteadIt wasn't much and it didn't stick at firstlove never makes it throughlife's marathonsthe sprints are far moreproductive

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"Love is a temporary insanity, curable my marriage." Ambrose Pierce?

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Love: choosing the highest good for another person.
I would do almost anything to achieve this for my love. I would be whatever she needs me to be whenever she needs me to be that for as long as I live. I would always accept her. I would let her go, but never stop loving her.

Roses smell sweet.
Violets are pretty.
Love is complicated.

What is love
Oh baby, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me no more
Oh, baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me no more

When the Self
Embraces all sides--
Holds tightly to all moments,
Then releases with a breath
The air It borrowed.

Love cannot be found
But it can be created
On the rag tag team

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that could impress upon her
so I wrote this instead

It wasn't much and it
didn't stick
at first

love never makes it through
life's marathons
the sprints are far more
productive

Love is a context, a
habitual
unconscious acknowledgement that
this is enough.

A permanence
put past glances.

The beginning,
middle and end recognized
and accepted.

Love is everything I feel when I look at my son,
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and he is love itself.

"Making the decision to have a child is momentous.
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