Starting with the Biblical explanation concerning love, I will post 1 Corinthians 13.
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1 Corinthians 13New International Version (NIV)
The Apostle Paul speaks …
13 If I speak in the tongues[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,[b] but do not have love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues,they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. 11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. 🌹
Mimsi Flowers and Notions 
This Word Called Love
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Oh what can I say about the word love?
Asking if it really is or something conspired
Holding tightly to impressions believed
Searching places where thinking it might be
Wanting desiring for a fleeting fantasy
This action called “to love,” not imagined
Holding it tightly as a song-less, song bird
Caught in a cage insisting, own ways
Perceiving for another the ways they are to be
Strangling the avian not allowing their flight
Captured in a prison of your perceived delight
The fowl looses feathers, plucking them out
Wanting so to be itself, wanting to fly
Away from an insistent conquering fright
Bald and ugly now, plumage falling out
Once stood a beautiful lover and now ~
Behind bars, a seized encapsulated fowl
So what about the word, Love?
Does it exist in our box of ideas
And, is it trapped inside our four walls
Or is it free to fly away for seasons in love
Returning freely, and lively breathing life
Colorful as God intended it to be, so bright
And examine your beautiful bird smiling
And see your neighbors ~ brown, bald and dying
Pulling feathers out under siege
Now tell me, does love let this bird breath
Or does it kill what it can’t perceive
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