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Love is not affection. Romance, image, infatuation, appearance, emotion, necessity, jealousy, pride, status. Love is none of these things. Love is a feeling. Love is itself. It exists as an innate air. It is properly unexplained. It is ourselves, it is nature. It is not forced nor conscious, and it is not helped. Love is not one or another, nor both. It is not biased. Love is rare, love is all around. Both empty and sweet is its air, lofty and full, but light. It does not present or hide itself, it does not boast or be shameful. It is present and pure, neither weak or strong in its manner. Its power is invincible but modest. It does not demand, seek or deceive. Love is free, love is open, love is lucid, love is whole.
Love is real.