What is love, really?

After reading the love poem, after reading some great love stories of real living persons, I pensed.

Love is that heart beat you hear in your chest, love is that spark in your eyes, love is that unspeakable pain in your heart. Love is the desire to see, to be, to give.

Love is old, as old as human history. Who has not read, heard about love, before one experience it oneself? To some people, love becomes a cliche, like an old toy lost its glamor, to some people, love is a life long theme. It never ends, regardless of the age.

Katherine Herburn, Audrey Herburn, Grace Kelly, Elizabeth Taylor...... the list goes on and on. All these beautiful and famouse women, and all those not so beautiful and not famous at all women, love is no different. Stripple of fame, fortune, feature, love remains the same, stark, simple, pure.

Those who seek love, may never find it. Those who are not seeking, stump upon it. Love does come to us in so many forms, recognizable or subtle, straight forward or illly twisted. Love, is love. The most weired thing about love is, it likes to surprise you. Love pick people, people can not pick love. Love came to you, and then when you find yourself can not resist it, you know you are in love.

Love doesn't always make it convenient for you, lover suffer all kinds of problems between and beyond themself. Some times love cause life great trouble, but no one regrets of it. If love is unworthy of it, then what is worthy?

Some people live to love, and they often love to live too. Some people put love in the corner of their life, some put in the center. What is love's place in life? Each one has to figure it out for oneself. There is nothign certain in life that can overtime time and death, except love. Some love does go on over death, over time. Love is a gift, if it place itself in your heart, cherish it, even if it burns and hurts.

Bon chance！