What is love?
Might it be delineated in the throes of passion, or a keen understanding of an event, covetousness for an inanimate object, a déjà vu experience, ambition, redemption, or simply a developed form of comfort called
Whatever it is, Love is huge. Or can it possess very little and still exist?
Perhaps love is indefinable. Nonetheless, isn’t it attractive and all-consuming to explore its meaning…from the latent to colorful ways…
And how human are we to describe something that largely beggars description.
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