Love is…Love is…Love is…
You ask about ten different people what love is, and you’ll get about twenty different answers to the question. You have foreigners asking “I wanna know what love is, I want you to show me; I wanna feel what love is, I know you can show me”. A Mr. Al Green put it this way saying, “Love’ll make you do right, love’ll make you do wrong, make you come home early, make stay out all night long, Love’ll make you dance” love with happiness. He goes on to say “Love is walkin’ together, talkin’ together, stayin’ together, and prayin’ together”.
Webster’s dictionary knows what love is. It defines it as “an intense feeling of deep affection; a deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone; personified figure of someone; great interest and pleasure in someone or something” It’s that easy! Right there in black and white!
Well then…this is what love is:

Love is something shared between a lover and a lover, and a sister and a brother, and a father and a mother, and amongst all others.

Love is passion of your work. Love is loving what you do because you do it so well. Love can bring happiness. Love is that special someone who can melt all the ice away from around your heart and make it worth something.
Love can make you think you’re in love with someone who doesn’t love you. Love is putting up with that man no matter how much he hits you. Love gives you black eyes instead of blue violets and broken bones instead of breakfast in bed and swollen whelps instead of sweet nothings whispered.
Love is caring for that woman even though her sex goes to someone else before she comes home to you. Love is making sure she’s well-dressed and pampered, has the latest fad and the newest car. Love is having home cooked meals sit cold for hours. Love is trying to build up a house that keeps tearing down. Love is being told a bold face lie and accepting it as truth, even when you ask, “do you truly love me?”

Love is something shared between a lover and a lover, and a sister and a brother, and a father and a mother, and amongst all others.

Love can make strong and love can make you weak; love can make you stupid and love can make you laugh; love can make you do things you never thought you do and love can make you not do the things you shouldn’t do; love can make life as well as take it.
Romeo loved Juliet so much the he committed suicide to be with her in death, but Juliet love Romeo so much the she could live without him in her life. That’s love.
Love can make you work twelve hour shifts just to put clothes on your kids’ back, food in their bellies, a roof over their head, and that toy that they wanted for doing a good job in school or doing all their chores, or just because you want to show them that you love them so much and your glad that they are alive in your life. That’s love.
Love is something shared between a lover and a lover, and a sister and a brother, and a father and a mother, and amongst all others.

Love is love of country to protect your loved ones from people who don’t love you, even if it means your life. I loved my country. I loved my country so much that I gave part of my leg, my knee and my sanity, all for my country. I’m lying…it wasn’t love for my country; it was lack of love for myself. See it’s the lack of love that keeps that woman in love with that abusive man that is going to love her to death. It’s too much love that tells that man that if he can’t have her then no one else can have her. It’s the lack of love on one end and the infatuation of love on the other that tells you to pull that blade across your body, pull that trigger to your head, take one more drink, pop one more pill, insert a little more poison in those veins; all for the love of that temporary pleasure that comes from that pain. Is that really love?

Love is something shared between a lover and a lover, and a sister and a brother, and a father and a mother, and amongst all others.

Love is long-suffering and kind. Love is not jealous, it does not brag, does not get puffed up with pride, does not behave indecently, does not look for personal gain at the expense of others, and does not become provoked and angry. Love doesn’t hold grudges. Love doesn’t rejoice over unrighteousness, pain, evil and anguish; but rejoices with the truth, justice, joy, and happiness. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things. Love never fails. Most importantly, GOD is love. Love is something a lot of people don’t have. Whether it is philanthropic love, romantic love, family love, or brotherly love, is non-existent in most people. Since GOD is love and since most people can agree that we are made in his image:

THEN WHY DO YOU HATE?