There is that age old question.  What is love?

I am not sure that there are adequate words to describe it.  Poets have tried.  Great writers, and philosophers have given it definitions.  Painters have attempted to give it a face.

Yet I think all of those fall slightly short.  Because “love” for each one of us, is slightly different.  And what may feel like “love” to one person, may be quite different from the next.

If we are lucky enough, we know it for ourselves.  It is an unmistakable feeling.  A resplendent feeling.

Love comes in different forms to.  It could be the ultimate love of our spouse… our soulmate… our heart song.

We can know great love from friends… and family.

If we are fortunate enough, we love our fathers and our mothers and our children…. and they love us. Without conditions.

In the way of love, I have to say, that I have truly been blessed.  For all around me… those closest and nearest to me… are quite possibly the best people on the face of this earth. The dearest.

And you…. probably feel the same magnitude and significance … about the ones you love.

“The greatest gift is a portion of thyself.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson