Love,

What is Love? To some it is just a word, to others a misconception, to me it is poetry. Love is the note to my speech; it is my rainbow after the rain. Love is the dove of peace, peace to the world, peace to the individual, peace in a mind of chaos. Love is a Light that shines even in the darkest recesses of the earth. Love is the shade for a hot and blistering sun of hatred. Love can fill a soul with unimaginable happiness; it can fill the mind with wisdom beyond the wisest of sages. Love is the longest and most pure source of illumination that any human being may look upon by simply opening his eyes. He must not only open his eyes, but he must open his mind, his very soul. Love is a decanter for beauty. Where one saw darkness and foul ugliness, one sees beauty and life. Love gives a faithless man hope and a blind man eyes to see with.
To have Love is to hold all the oceans in the palm of one’s hand and still be able to hold the idol for the Love that he so clings to, clings to like a babe clings to its mother. Without Love one is like that babe when it is separated from its mother; one is lost and alone. One cannot see the beauty in life; one cannot harmonize when once there was melody within his voice. That harmony, that sight, it is gone leaving nothing but an empty shell of a being that has no feeling for anything or anyone. Without Love the shell is filled with nothing but hate and contempt, lifeless and empty.
When Love is within a person, others can see it; they may observe this new brightness within the individual. They may observe it as plainly as a smile upon the face; as a periapt upon the breast, hanging around one’s neck, not as a burden, but lighter than a feather. Love lifts one into the air like a strong updraft lifts the eagle into the heavens, lightening his step and allowing him to soar. Others can see this if they open their eyes and look at his actions. Those who are filled with hate and gaze at the gift he is endowed with, view him with envy. They wish that they could experience the gift bestowed upon the individual. For that is Love, a gift, a presence of mind and soul unable to be purchased but something to be earned and to be given. That is Love.