Love of a thousand kinds.

The english language is severely flawed when it comes to the word "Love".

To describe Love in our limited vocabulary is difficult.

Love is merely one word that is used across hundreds of different landscapes of emotion.

The true nature of love is difficult to define without resorting to poetic imagery - leaving a saccarine after-taste that doesn't satisfy like the thing itself.

To love and be loved is our greatest need and our deepest desire. If we do not love, we have no light or life within us.

But the gamut of love? This vast range of feelings, hopes, dreams and visions? It is just too broad and wide... stretching across the full human spectrum of thought, idea, emotion and relationship. Describing it in one little word is like trying to contain the ocean in a thimble!

We can "love" things but not the same way as we "love" people. We can love one person in one way but another person in an entirley different way. There is no rhyme nor reason to this... it is just called "love" despite the differences in attachment.

To be able to describe, in our limited language, the nuances of love! To be able to distinguish between the love of a pet as opposed to the love we have for our friends; to be able to distinguish between the love we have for our friends and the love we have for our....'lover'... what a difference it could make in building our relationships!

We define love by context rather than by word. It is in the underground sub-texts of our actions and deliberations that the truth of love is described. We may call all the possibilities of attachment, "love", but it is the degrees by which we express these attachments that makes them one or the other.

Love is...

What?

A crush, a hope, a dream, a fantasy, a joy, a wonder, a magical carpet ride? It's always hard to tell until it's in context.

Thing is.. we need to tell other people what we actually mean when we say we love! How can they know our context if we do not demonstrate our interpretation of love for them? If we say we love them - how do we really tell them what that means?

It's more than just the word, it's more than just saying poetic things! It's in our full attention and expression of ourselves that we give meaning to our love for another. It is in the way we act rather than in the things we say that makes love concrete and definable.

There are undoubtedly, thousands of differently nuanced contexts for "love", but the greatest expression of it is what keeps us reaching out in hope (and sometimes desperation), for clarity and meaning. We need love like oxygen, but we are still trying to find the best and the purest of it.

We will never lose our desire to love and be loved perfectly - so perfectly that mere words become meaningless and the thing itself says it all.