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Love Is In the Air

Valentine's Day is fast approaching and this means that love can be felt and seen everywhere this month. I am not saying that people only express their love during this season, I based my opinion on the "public display of affection" of couples.

We often heard, watched and read the definition of love and the stories that comes with it. Sometimes, many of us were bored to hear stuff about love..it was so cheesy, corny, and nonsense. Some of us don't even believe in love anymore.

Searching the net, I found this definition:

Love is any of a number of related but distinct feelings and emotions related to affection. It is most often conceived of romantically, as a profound, ineffable sense of intense and tender attraction to another. It is shared in passionate or intimate interpersonal relationships, and is characterized by a mix of emotional and sexual desire. However, in different contexts, love can refer to numerous other feelings, including platonic love, religious love, familial love, and, more casually, to anything or anyone that one considers strongly pleasurable, enjoyable, or desirable, including activities and foods.This diverse range of meanings in a single word is commonly contrasted with the plurality of Greek words for love, reflecting the word's versatility and complexity.

With this words, I am lead to ask "What is the true color of love?"...most of us would say that it's red.but for some it's black...because love is not a bed of roses for roses have their own thorns. It's the sweetest here on earth but it can be a deadliest poison as well. Love depends on the perceptions of persons under it's curse.

Oopps...for me it's a blessing anyway...spread love, give love, and be in love....cheers!!!

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