• Love is a powerful, wonderful thing... yet no words have I found that describe it in it's entire. No other emotion, save that of anger, can drive someone so far past their instincts as to end or save anothers life in protection of another or themselves. And for that reason, I feel it deserves a more accurate description and attention than it is presently given. It is the life-giver, the dying breath, the home away from home, the friend, the lover, the stupid mistake, the first kiss, the dream, the reality and the soul. It takes, it gives, it makes and destroys, while all the while waiting and hiding behind other emotions until that one special person comes along to complete it and push its power to the maximum. It can be lust, greed, admiration, pity, or as true and as innocent as a babe the day it is first born. It causes men to do a great many wicked and grand things, and it makes up the plot of some of the worlds greatest tales ever told. It is always there, and can come from everywhere imaginable. It intoxicates and blinds us and can give the same sublime feelings of desire and power that can be recived through booze. It scares us and emboldens us, pushes us to greatness and urges on our demise. It is two-faced, dishonest, misleading, and deceitful... yet it gives to the people it infects such an extrordinary feeling of belonging. It comes in many forms, a love of, for, in love, with love, and everything in between.. Love is simply love, the greatest thing in the world...