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A Poem: Love Is
Is it true love, or just a feeling?
Only one who has been in love can even hope to describe it. Anything else is dreaming or wishful thinking.
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Love is joyous giving without the necessity of reward.
Love is the drive to fulfill such joyous giving.
Love is placing the other above self.
Love is the feeling that grows as it is spent.
Love is the nearly reckless sacrifice of all else for its expression.
Love is forgiveness in advance.
Love is that which generates constant thoughts of that which is loved.
Love is that which consoles effectively the inconsoleable.
Love is itself inconsoleable, if forced to live only in the past, while there remains a present and future it is denied.
Love is that which will live on when even the echoes of all other feelings and emotions have long since ceased to sound.
Love is the living force which fills another's life so full that it spills over endlessly forever and teaches by silent example that life in any circumstance is truly worth living.
Love is, or love is not.
There is no half love.
Each love is whole, seeking at the same time to be complete in a sharing of all that is expressible.
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