Love is perhaps a twin of entropy: too elusive to perceive, too random to organize, too evasive to escape, and too mythical to realize; too diverse to define and too complex to comprehend. Its pain... it's more than pain. It's larger than life and still a part of life; it's the all pervasive ether. It's everything in the world and still something more. It's the fuel that drives this world.Some see it as a feverish sense of longing and belonging; to some it's an overpowering force of possessiveness. For many it's an inexplicable, uncontrollable wave of energy... it's fear, it's dear, it's fragile but real!
Love... to me... is living with a purpose (to love is to to serve a cause). It is the ability to do anything and everything for the right-being, complete-being, progress and prosperity of the "object of Love" (which turns out to be a collective self- an inseparable union of and the lover the beloved).
It is a perception of a universal wholeness. It's a paradigm-shift where thought and action merge into one. It is the realization that there is only one wholeness... and that "I", "YOU", and "HE" are mere perceptions of the self-same wholeness. That reality is an indistinguishable conglomerate of first, second and third person identities.