Love is said to be a many-splendored thing. In this reference, “many” is the operative word,
because love can have many meanings or interpretations. Let’s take a look at some:
Tell me, what does love truly mean to you?
Is it just the other lifting you up when blue?
An encouraging word, often needed but seldom heard?
Is it their kiss on your face or that tender embrace?
The journey to that place, that removed you from a particular space?
Is it that real communication, that prevents the fornication?
The sincere trust that goes beyond the lust?
Can it be that which makes you smile when wanting to frown:
Turning you around, picking you up when down?