Is love like a fire? Burning away the unwanted involvements and reminiscences just by that one person. Does love feel like a sweltering desire? Or maybe an eruption in your gut that has the baby hairs on your thighs stand?
How might love be clarified without making it too impenetrable for longing humanity? I believe that love feels tremendous and to have a complete heart, you need someone to make it grander, brighter, and swell.
When I study love from afar, I suspect that it is as flimsy as a snow-flake. It becomes perfect in the winter, but momentarily, summer spreads and the snow-flakes dissolve into water that rapidly washes away down a canal.  But if wintertime remained endlessly, the snow-flakes will be impeccable.
Maybe love is flawless and the love we see isn’t how it’s supposed to be perceived. Perhaps we have it all wrong. I predict that there is love in everyone’s body; they are just waiting for someone to give it to.