LOVE

What is love? As far as I can tell,
it is passion, admiration and respect.
If you have two, you have enough.
If you have all three, you don't
have to die to go to heaven

-William Wharton

Everyone has an opinion on LoVe, but few are brave enough to define it, because love is so unique for different people that nothing of general importance and description can be said about it. To me, love just happens. We don't have to do anything. It's a cornball thing, CRaZY. It's passion, obsession... something you can't live without. One forgets their head and instead listens to their heart. There's no sense in living life without this.

It's a mouthful, to say the least, that demands explaination! To me it's a journey into the unknown. I don't know where i am going and what will happen in the end. I just know that I cannot pass the opportunity up. It's dangerous and a little frightening, but way worth it. The person that we think we see infront of us could well be a million miles from the person we are about to get involved with. We may walk in willing, but there's no assurance that we'll end up loving. But to make the journey and not fall deeply in LoVe, well... you haven't lived a life at all. But you have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.

The foundation of the word is probably the most logical place to start. As many words in the English language, love is derived of the Latin word "causemajorproblemus" which means "you're miserable when you got it and miserable when you don't. The word was created to explain the biological occurance that existed when certain individuals came into contact with each other and either stayed together or went about their lives separately. Despite the outcome, the relationship was usually characteristic of throat lumps, tangles stomachs, weak knees, momentary loss of language, sweaty palms, dizziness, and occasional nausea. Insanity also resulted. History clearly illustrates this. Can we forget the face that launched a thousand ships? The reason for the loss of Van Gogh's ear? Romeo and Juliet? All of these were results of love and and love loss.

Wedding ceremonies claim that love is not jealous or boastful. Let it be stted here that love also is not a gourmet dish, a tame animal, or a latest trend. LoVe is not a stragic defense mechanism nor the best kept secret at the Pentagon. Love is not another seasoning to bottle and stick on the dust-lined shelves of the spice rack. LoVe is not to be confused with lust nor infatuation. INstead love is a greater counterpart to late evening thunder storms on hot August nights. Love goes great with cold pepperoni pizza on picnic blankets. Love is chilly, wet sand between your bare toes. Love is your favorite song being played on the radio, summer movies, greeting cards, and of course, ice cream. But most importantly, it is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

In it's straightforward terms, love is a four-letter word. When expressed it can evoke laughter pleasure, pain, anger, and nearly any wave of reaction. Houses have been built, burned and banished because of LoVe. So all in all eventually you will come to understand that love heals everything and love is all there is. Love is life... and if you miss LoVe... you miss life.