Love is of the senses
All six of them
Some think it's only recognised
When you feel it in your heart
This is mostly true
But the other senses contribute
You can't leave them out

My mother's cookies. 
I love them.
I truly do
But I love them mostly
With my taste buds

Colors. 
I wouldn't be who I am
Without colors. 
But I love them mostly
With my eyes

My friends. 
They mean more to me
Than anyone could understand
And this is where most people define love
The love I have for my friends
Is similar to the one I have for my family
Unconditional
Indescribable
And even when they're gone
They're still there
In your heart
Where you feel the love you have for them. 
And that's how you know love
When they're around
You enjoy their presence as much as anything else
You savour all the memories
Make them into jokes that only you understand

But even if you like having someone around
You have inside jokes
Memories
It's not love if you don't feel it. 
Feel. Understand. Love. 
With all your senses.