Love

 “Why do I love” You, Sir?

 By Emily Dickinson

 

“Why do I love” You, Sir?
Because—
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—

The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—
Because He’s Sunrise—and I see—
Therefore—Then—
I love Thee—

What is love?  Do we even really know what love is?  Maybe so...but..maybe not...This poem by Emily Dickinson is a poem that makes me wonder exactly what love is.  There are several people that may proclaim that they know what love is, but in the end can we paint a specific image of what love is?  For one person, love might be spending the rest of your life with the person that you love.  However, the next person could have a different definition of what love is...It could be something that you cannot live without.  It could be your computer, pets, home, life, job, family, spouse or children, television, music, warm weather, white sandy beaches, and much much more.  

If you do a quick Google search of love, you get the following:

 

love

ləv/

noun

1.

an intense feeling of deep affection.

2.

a person or thing that one loves.

 

verb

1.

feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone).

 

 

 

These are good definitions, but I don't think this really suffices what love is exactly...Sure we can rely on our definitions and technical terms, but I don't think that is going to help us any.

 

In your own words...what is love to you?

 

To me...Love is many things...It is my pets, and family.  My friends.  Being alive and having the opportunity to go to school and much much more.  Almost to much to count for.  

So..What is love to you?