love is...
(1) A nagging wrongness that transports you into raptures.
Love is an attitude, not a shoutout from the soul. A multicoloured view of the world, of flowers in the heart. But not flowers a la roses, but those of wild abandon that grow in places where they shouldn't. Where there's music and there's life, there love is bound to start. Highs and ecstacy are the keys to become undone. Pretty lights and groovy beats are epitomes of fun. For love is fun; it's sensibility undone; it's delusion, illusion - a fusion. And he or she who inspires such embodies thus the idea, of love.
(2) A magical feeling that nobody else inspires.
Love is long walks along the beach at midnight, with the waves lapping at the shore. But nobody sleeps then, yet nobody is awake, for in their world there exists nothing except the other. For in their world it is vast, spanning farther than any known world, yet simple, simpler than the sand beneath their feet. And all you can hear is the lullaby of water. Love is transcendence, feeling yet not feeling, being yet not being, and the one true constant - the other.
(3) The ability to be selfless.
Love is never wanting to see her hurt or in pain, to hold her umbrella in the rain, to endure till you turn insane, and after still. It's not about you - it's about her, nothing in return - it's a solo duty, the desire to protect and keep harm from and spirit away to an eternal rest where the spoils of life do not spoil the fruit so sweet. A knight is you, in shining armour you're clad, and though mud, and blood, may stain, the virgin image is forever immortalised in her eyes.
(4) All of the above.
(5) None of the above! Love is...
(6) It can't be explained, so stop trying.
Hmm...