what is love

There are hundreds of colors of love and thousands of perfections in the world.  The world is beautiful only through this transaction of love, otherwise the spreading epidemic of hatred would have engulfed everything and every color would have faded.

Love is the chirping of the bird that lands in the yard of the house that heralds the morning.  Love is the moon that returns on the pages of a diary. It melts into words. Love is the withered leaves of a flower lying in an old huge book. 

Love is like a boat of paper. Love is an umbrella under which to live.  Love is a prayer that is received with honor and not in charity. Love is not the name of claims and promises but the syrup of sincerity and man is acquainted with the true spirit of sincerity. 

 Can do  And the great thing is that love is an idea, not an existence. That is, love is not to be confronted.  When existence merges with thought, love does not remain love but becomes horror. Yes !!  There are hundreds of colors of love and thousands of perfections.