What does "LOVE" mean to you?

love has many attributes assigned to it by many many many different kinds.

i think of love as being many things, many things resembling differences, however also compliant with how others define love. here are but a few of the attributes i think should be assigned to love:

What Soul, Spirit, Mind, Body, and essence can agree upon:

1) unconditional acknowledging foreveringfully.
2) unconditional reckognizingfully foreveringfully.
3) unconditional acceptingfully for what/who one is foreveringfully.
4) unconditional caringfully foreveringfully.
5) unconditional sharingfully truth foreveringfully.
6) unconditional forgivenessing eternalingfully foreveringfully.
7) unconditional healingfully infinatlyingfully foreveringfully.
8) unconditional helpingfully foreveringfully.
9) unconditional comprehension of their point of view foreveringfully.
10) unconditional assistingfully foreveringfully.
11) unconditional servingfully truthingfully eternally foreveringfully.
12) unconditionally disregarding your self for the betterment of others or another.


these are some of the attributes i would assign to "LOVE". nurishing is another, so long as one does not limit their nurishing to only one. the more you know about yourself and others, the more you may find you know about the needs and wants of the one you may have your eye on.

What attributes would you assign to the realm of love?

love is..

..tangible, yet the epitome of the intangible of all the most. for it was that day long ago, in which i saw her, halo shining amidst her long silky hair, as she spoke to me through those eyes, those stained glass mirages, those mirrors, the windows to her soul.

..thunder, rumbling through the window panes, thus my heart beats in tune, and the room smells of rancid tulips, thrice forgotten, as we sink amidst a sea of burgundy sheets and plum pillows.

..my idealistic escapism, as it eludes me, i fear i have lost thee, but alas, she remains. amidst my newsweek subscriptions and unwashed coffee cups, she remains, never to abandon the hope which is mine.

love is.

it was late. songs went out through the screen into the dark, where there were trolleys. and on the trolleys a peopled tired quiet. taxis sleeping curbside coiled in dusk. ginger cat over the pilings. sore tin. old woman on a crate. there was something to the light of it, then. something feeble and meandered. something sinister. there was always something needing or about to be needed. fulfilling as it may be, thus beginning, the rapture of which i hath always known, unbenownst to all but myself and her, she takes my hand as we disappear into the night.

tea is so good in a glass because of the ice and the way i can't taste anything. i feel only the cold upon her lips. her putrid breath takes me aback, though i love her still, with her black framed eyeglasses.

she a curling kind of not-smoke lazing from my teeth in a hymn of fire. she is
several kinds of fatal. pages will not flatter when the day is cold before it even listens. a song.

the hard truth in the flesh is a wincing hairpin darting pain of clearing ember.

scent of cedar. tripping painted. ruined ash.

i cannot imagine my life without her.

if she leaves me, if love is to betray and leave me naked and vulnerable, i must then succumb to the fate which is mine.

she will have denied me my intellectualism, my god, my raison d'etre, my grand sum of etre. never again would i dream of kissing my fleets of children, their small toes, little legs flailing with glee. never would i lounge on the sofa, and read kafka in my boxer shorts.

i would succumb to wandering the streets like a drunken rimbaud, pissing on sewage drains and writing wailing letters to forgotten girlfriends whom i may have loved-- really loved! --in spite of everything. never would i allow the soft vibrations of billie holiday tether me to a moment in a cafe, with you, that girl, on the seventh day, on the quarter hour, in the year of the ox. never would i sip my pinot grigio, and wax rhapsodic on the superfluity and triteness of dickensonian narrative.

love.... is.

The realm of love; the fragrant chocolates and wasps! Love tentacles strangle the breath from body. Dip my corpse in the urn of 1,000 past lovers, drench me in the stench of sweat and tongue.

What does love mean to me?

LOVE [1 Corinthians 13:1-8]

13:1 If I had the gift of being able to speak in other languages without learning them and could speak in every language there is in all of heaven and earth, but didn't love others, I would only be making noise.

2 If I had the gift of prophecy and knew all about what is going to happen in the future, knew everything about everything, but didn't love others, what good would it do? Even if I had the gift of faith so that I could speak to a mountain and make it move, I would still be worth nothing at all without love.

3 If I gave everything I have to poor people, and if I were burned alive for preaching the Gospel but didn't love others, it would be of no value whatever.

4 Love is very patient and kind, never jealous or envious, never boastful or proud,

5 never haughty or selfish or rude. Love does not demand its own way. It is not irritable or touchy. It does not hold grudges and will hardly even notice when others do it wrong.

6 It is never glad about injustice, but rejoices whenever truth wins out.

7 If you love someone, you will be loyal to him no matter what the cost. You will always believe in him, always expect the best of him, and always stand your ground in defending him.

8 All the special gifts and powers from God will someday come to an end, but love goes on forever. Someday prophecy and speaking in unknown languages and special knowledge--these gifts will disappear.

Originally posted by 69decepticons
The realm of love; the fragrant chocolates and wasps! Love tentacles strangle the breath from body. Dip my corpse in the urn of 1,000 past lovers, drench me in the stench of sweat and tongue.

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Darkelf,

Your parameters of love are limited. Love is an ocean that drowns and suffocates the senses. Breath in love as steam, feel the warmth, enjoy all the elfish offerings as a shape-shifter loves Luna. A hummingbird in my bread-basket, prickle the skin, prod the areas of access.

[edit on 6-11-2006 by 69decepticons]

Originally posted by 69decepticons
Darkelf,

Your parameters of love are limited. Love is an ocean that drowns and suffocates the senses. Breath in love as steam, feel the warmth, enjoy all the elfish offerings as a shape-shifter loves Luna. A hummingbird in my bread-basket, prickle the skin, prod the areas of access.

[edit on 6-11-2006 by 69decepticons]

It appears that the love you are writing of is simply an emotion. Real love is much more than that. Real love is the total sacrifice of self for another. It is not an emotion or concept, but a way of life. Real love has no parameters and thus cannot be described by mere words, although we give it a try.

Originally posted by darkelf
Real love has no parameters and thus cannot be described by mere words, although we give it a try.

I'll give it a try.

go through or around hate.

pick up your fear and what truth you know.

take your fear to love.

love's boundries lies between fear and ....

"i am" the first cell of your being which was actually 2 cells that said "i am selfish before i serve anyone or anything" aka "self pre-serve".

so, the first cell of your being is actually not even compatible with itself, considering it is two dna's that will not concede to one another.

so, there beyond your hates and prejudices, beyond your fear, is love. awaiting to be taken to your "i am" who is still not capable of acknowledging the fear of being alone and sad so it is constantly:

"i am" .... "alone" ..... "sad i am alone" ..... "alone i am sad" ...... "i am sad i am alone" ....

never knowing love yet, because you have not went far enough into your own thoughts to be aware that your deepest subconscious thoughts are keeping "i am" in the dark about fear. "i am" cannot recognize, nor acknowledge fear without knowing love. for how can the truth fear truth? that is essentially what is happening at the core of people who are not awake.

real love has parameters, inbetween "i am truth", your truth, and fear.

Love is
love
Upon love
Upon love upon love
Upon love upon love upon love
Upon love upon love
Upon love
love
Is love.

anyone else have a working definition of "LOVE" that they would like to share?

Originally posted by darkelf
What does love mean to me?

LOVE [1 Corinthians 13:1-8]

5 never haughty or selfish or rude. Love does not demand its own way. It is not irritable or touchy. It does not hold grudges and will hardly even notice when others do it wrong.

Great post darkelf,i got a lot from them all.

Ive read these quotes before and in reading through them again this quote spoke volumes to me,because i have not loved properly.

I`ve often been haughty selfish and rude,i`ve been demanding and irritable.I`ve also held many grudges worst of all it was to the one person who means the world to me.

I`m so embarassed and ashamed right now words could not express.

Love is NOT Oprah Winfrey and her 'look at me, I'm helping' attitude.

Love is giving selflessly everything you have and more. Love is denying yourself when others go without. Love is knowing that dreams can become real.

Love is nameless, faceless, endless.....


:w:

the acceptance and understanding of all things

"What is Love?" Remember the song from Haddaway featured prominently in the Butabi Brothers' "Night at the Roxbury"? First thing that popped into my head

Second thing was the old cheesy t-shirt/poster "Love means never having to say you're sorry". What a load o' crapola that is. If you're a married guy, you'll say you're sorry. You'll say it frequently. You'll say it like a mantra. You'll say it in your sleep. You'll say it as a reflex. You'll say it when you have no idea why you're saying it. You're sorry, buddy. Just accept it.

On a serious note, love is the willingness to do whatever it takes. There's no 50-50 constant. Sometimes it's 60-40, sometimes it's 90-10. And sometimes it's 100% you. And if you're not willing for it to be 100% you all the time forever, if that's what it takes, it's not love.

you people are ridiculous.

defining love is impossible.

a vague metaphor, however...

earth is like the depths of human emotions, whereas love is the infinite universe beyond.

Love is... The last Foetus release.



[edit on 15/11/2006 by Beelzebubba]

Originally posted by 25cents
earth is like the depths of human emotions, whereas love is the infinite universe beyond.

That's deep, beautiful and very true.

Congrats, that just made it onto my quote list.

i guess my definitly simplistic compared to some(firm believer in the K.I.S.S. motto).
Love to me is when another person's spiritual,emotional, and physical happiness is essential to your own happines. simple but it's worked so far.

love?

whats all the fuss about?