After a long night of thought, I believe I have a good outlook on what 'Love' really is. It is somewhat a mixture of powerful metaphors that Desi, myself, and others have contributed to.

Love is a verb. It does not eternally exist, because it must be enacted - just like I must dance, and I must play. For there to be love, I must synthesize it.

Love, at first glance, is very similar to lust and attraction. Don't be misled; love will not fool you. Love will not seduct you. Lust only looks similar skin-deep.

Love exists, yet it does not. Love is out there, somewhere. It's definition, it's TRUE meaning has been lost and/or discarded; we're left with the remnants of a secret we so desperately want to learn again. We've felt it's effects but like a disease we grow immune. Every time we need a more powerful dose. Who has enough love to do that? Surely no girl I know. If lust exists to you, love does not - and vice versa. Love does not exist if you do not exercise it, nor does it grow without someone loving back.

Love is powerful. It ties us all together in bonds not easily broken. It penetrates the toughest of armor. It empowers us with the strength we need. It keeps us up at night. It keeps us going during the day. And... it HURTS when it's taken away.

Love is too common a word. Rarely another word can replace a feeling of such strength. It is used too often out of context; we do not love ice cream, nor baggy pants. Love interacts; if something is totally incapable of loving us back, it is not love. When we say we love ice cream, it is exaggeration. We like ice cream, a lot. Love is used as a replacement word for lust and for passion. And love decorates our poorly planned sentences and thoughts; has love become a word of no more meaning than the word steak means?

Love opens us up to some individuals, but shuts out others. If love is one-sided, it is nutritionally lacking. Getting love back is like a swig of dr pepper! Meanwhile, we ignore others who love us - who, of course, go through the same despair that we feel.

Love is contained in no boundaries. It cannot be caged like a bear. To rid of it, you have to suffocate it with hatred.

Love is unconvincing; this is deductive reasoning of its dwindling in meaning. The less it means to us, the more we will foolishly ignore statements of love.