They say there are three types of love, but respectfully I disagree.
How can someone count, what one constantly bleeds?
Can you imagine love so simple, like counting to three?

Love is losing control, love is setting free, love is giving a stranger your seat.
Love is breathless, love is bold, love is sharing a blanket in the cold.
Love is pure, love is tragic, love is unintentional magic.
Love cannot be stopped or contained. It just constantly happens.

Love evaporates and falls from the clouds. It sneaks up on you when you don't want to be found. It is a force that knows no bounds.

Love gets you out of bed, and helps you fall asleep. Love is always present even as you dream.