When it is selfishness and greed, it is not love.

For love, is the want, the need to give your all and everything to someone else; even if it means going with out yourself.

When it is harsh words and actions, it is not love.

For love, is never wanting to see the one your heart beats for in pain and suffering. When it is shaming, using and destroying, it is not love.

For love, builds, nourishes and protects.

When it is love, it is the purest form of giving without expectation, because their happiness is your happiness and their love is your love.

It is always having time, it is always having the patience, it is the need to succeed and the fight, the urge to make it through the darkest days. It is the obstacles, the mosaics, the whirl-winds, tornadoes, volcanoes and thunder-storms.

The building, collapsing and trying again.

And again.

It is more than four letters, more than a sound, more than a word and more than a feeling.

It is a wholesome being.

It is the essence, the truth, the reason. It is a ghost, a glue, a vibration. It is the beginning and the end.

And it all begins and ends with love.