As I was walking down the street the other day, I noticed the following sentence written on the sidewalk in big white block letters:

LOVE IS A VERB.

That made me smile and think yes, yes it is.

Yes, it is also a noun: deep affection. But, for that phrase to actually have more substance than the breath you expel upon saying I love you, there must be actions to give it weight. To give it meaning. Love cannot live in words alone if they are not to fade away to nothingness, or worse, twist and rot in the absence of actions or in the face of actions that put lie to the words.

What those actions might be, that demonstrate that love, are myriad and multitudinous...and quite personal to each individual.

For me, it is bear hugs. It's the words said every day, multiple times a day. It is standing on the porch waving as a loved one drives away. It's baking someone's favorite dessert, preparing homecooked meals. It's listening, accepting those you love as they are while encouraging them, supporting them to be their best selves. It's compromising. It's remembering things that are important to your loved one. Doing things for and with your loved one.

Sometimes it's sacrificing - time, energy, money, sleep for your loved one.

Nurtured, it will grow and strengthen. Blossom. Evolve.

Limited to words belied by actions - or inaction, it ceases to be love.

Silken soft kisses

unfolding like earth flowers

blossoming to love.

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I was asked to define love

it’s simple math

an equation

where the equal sign

lands between you

and those who accept you

and would save you

in a burning room

The truth is love is undefinable. You love your family and your friends and your pets. You love romantically too. People say they are different types of love, but I don't believe so. Love is undefinable because it is the definition. It is the name you put to feelings of undying loyalty and trust. You can't stop loving people. Once you feel it, it's there for good. You can stop liking people or stop agreeing with them, but once you love them, it's permanent. I believe you have different relationships with different people, but the feeling underneath is the same.

#Riley_45

I'm a daydreaming high school girl. Romantically, my experience is limited to one girlfriend who broke my heart a year ago, a current crush on a straight girl, and plenty of straight boy's numbers.

So romance isn't quite right for me as a teenager. But love? I'm not even sure where to start, so I'll just write all my thoughts.

Thinking of all that I love: my little brother, my sisters, my mama, my best friend, my cross-country friends, my soccer friends, reading in class, my English teacher, crocheting, baking, the book "Toil & Trouble: 15 Tales of Women and Witchcraft", the teddy bear I haven't been able to sleep without for a decade, my coworker who's like an older brother, Taylor Swift albums, my green and white sweatshirt, my weighted blanket, my letterman jacket, the library, autumn air, summer air, winter air, spring air, rainy air, sun-soaked air, salty air, even humid air, my bulletin board, stealing my sisters' clothes, wearing a watch, writing, feeling like I belong, talking about my feelings, learning Spanish, making too many Spotify playlists, running 8 miles so hard that I forget everything except happiness mixed with pain.

There's so much more, more than I could ever write, more than I could even remember, but that list seems to be a microcosm of my life, if you will.

I suppose the next step to answering your question would be to figure out what all those things have in common. Let me think. None of them are ground-breaking or unique, they're just the things I surround myself with. Maybe some of them wouldn't be so special if I didn't love them. Maybe it comes from me; me being a lover first, and everything being loved second. So maybe love doesn't have to be that deep, and it doesn't even have to be about the thing being loved. It can be about you, the lover, having so much love in your heart that you'd fully love something as simple as a ladybug on the bleachers.

I hope this makes sense. I just started writing and I have so much to say. Thank you for reading <3

Love isn't patient or kind.

It doesn't conquer all,

and it definitely isn't blind.

sometimes kissing and making up isn't the solution,

and sometimes it is best to just walk away.

Love definitely DOES NOT mean

never having to say your sorry.

Love isn't butterflies and sweet dreams,

and happily every after.

Sometimes love is knowing you can't be together.

Sometimes love is laughing until you cry.

Or crying until you laugh.

Love is not accepting people for who they are,

but growing together.

Talking into the wee hours of the morning.

Sometimes love is mourning.

Love is fast and hard, and slow,

and no matter the measure it always leaves you wrecked.

Commitment.

Love is making the commitment to do what's best for you both.

Walking away, or making it work.

Love isn't never needing to say you're sorry. Love isn't the electricity that stuns your brain and moves every cell in your body into submission. Love isn't unconditional. Love isn't the melding of souls. Love isn't the little things.

Love is the sum of all but nothing in particular. Love is all the emotions and feelings without the drama and destruction.

Love isn't just anything...it's nothing and everything.

Or at least that's my two cents;-). Good luck with finding an answer @Riley_45 !

No point to defining love

Because its the study of a lifetime

It's like defining gravity or using it

To fly off a cliff into the air on a warm summer day under a kite

Physicists argue about gravity

Perhaps it is space bent, or perhaps

Just an equation that Newton understood

And college students scribble on the margins of their textbooks

But gravity like love,

Effects everyone and no one really understands

I can see love

Of all the things I asked for this was the

Strangest answer to a

Casual request

I said to the universe, what is love?

To ask, I first had to understand that I

Really didn't know

And that took a few

Decades

But then suddenly it occurred to me that perhaps I was

Playing with peanuts playdough princess-peas and there were

Diamonds to be had

So I asked and suddenly I saw it

Everywhere on people's heads and aimed

At their closest and strangest

Affections

And now that I can see it I

Still don't understand

But I know that it is real

So I guess that is a start

Let me say this

People have it often

And it always seems to be shared, it connects them to something

Like the universe is stitched together in

Invisible flickering beams

And you can do something with it

If you point it at someone,

It changes them

Like a death ray

In reverse

Maybe that will help you

To find a cliff

And fly

Sometimes when I was younger,

I'd read the ending of a romance novel before I started the book.

Not cause I was crazy but because the supposed assurance of an happy ever after with a life full of love was enough thrill to look forward to.

I'm older now and I've grown so much more and with my insecurities growing right along with me.

I've grown smarter now that I know that attractive soul gripping eyes and witty comebacks alone do not constitute love.

I know now that I'm looking for a partner, someone who sees me, my insecurities and how they weigh down on me and yet sees for my strength and is ready to help me through this stressful journey that life is.

I want a partner that is not afraid to bare his emotions and break down in front of me knowing that I only want to help them through it and with me is comfort and care and every good emotion they need me to express.

Love does not judge. I need someone who will not judge me for my decisions but gently advice me or give their opinion and still be willing to stand with me when i make wrong choices.

I want to be respected and have the ability to make choices. I want someone willing to work through the hard stuff and all the curve balls that life throws our way with me.

NOT SURE IF THIS WAS GOOD. BUT THIS IS WHAT LOVE CAN BE TO ME.