love is....to me

Reading over a few bloggs i came accross a writer, who explains his definition of love. He doesnt agree with the way other people see things......
In a recent short story i read, a writer is told by a young critic that he doesnt know what love is..shame..
It is such a rarity..such a blessing..such an inspiration..it is not a sheer perfection despite what you may want to hear.
Nobody understands love. To me its seems to be a universal emotion, a goal we all seek, the prize that can make our lives complete and whole. Love is both timeless and, in too many instances, transient. Yet,its also very individual, filtered by our own lives and expectations. I dont understand love, i cant understand love, because it a DIFFERENT thing for ALL OF US.
I know sometimes you feel your love is not returned but, to me, to love truly is to love forever- even though love be unrequited. To me, when i look into her eyes, her eyes portrays a speech that her mouth hasnt spoken..revealing feelings and thoughts of the deepest crevices of the heart.
Yes, EVERY MOMENT IS UNDESCRIBABLE, but to me not only in the BEGINNING but rather constantly through out. The real prize comes when you sit and look into her eyes and you see a significant beauty and a powerful resemblance of love. And when her eyes look into yours, they depict the two of you together igniting your heart and nourishing your soul filling you with wanted desire....
Her eyes must leave you with a contentment of being with you, though not conspicios- if you delve in them.
People travel to wonder at the height of mountains, at the huge waves of seas, at the long course of rivers,at the vast compass of oceans, at the circular motion of stars but, they pass by themselves without wondering.
Unfortunately, love in their lives is like sands, they give it care and attention then a strong gust of winds sifts it through their hands-they lose it again. But then they are also those who gifted and not deprived of love. They have hopes, dreams, faith-faith like a flower opening up their own petals of life.
Atleast they have some idea of having a perfect relationship. They create their tomorrows by what they dream today...but sad it is that some people think they have schizo/Bi-polar personalities unaware of the fact that these people make love their greatest weapon and none on who they call can defend its forces.
I believe their love melt all hearts like the sun whos rays soften the coldes day...
TO ME, THOSE WHO LOVE DEEPLY NEVER CHANGE, NO-ONE CHANGES IN THEIR EYES, THEY NEVER GROW OLD. THEY MAY DIE OF OLD AGE BUT THEY DIE YOUNG...!!!