Love is...

Well, love, of course is ____complex­­­____ and ___confusing___, with a little of ___emotion___ mixed in. Love cannot be seen, smelt, heard, or tasted. It can only be felt.

Love is often described as indescribable. That’s not much of a description, but I think it says a lot about the mysteriousness and power of love. Poets and great literary minds alike have tried to describe love forever. Love is something everyone knows, but no one can quite describe into words exactly what it is. It’s something everyone can recognize when they see it, but cannot explain it to a foreign being incapable of such emotions. We can only understand it because it's engraved in our instincts and nature. It's not something that you can explain or define as a single element. It is a spectrum of emotion, far more complex and mysterious than words can describe; yet here I am, assigned to somehow describe what love is, how it works, and where to find it; I must explain the unexplainable and find words for something that there are no words for, like describing colors to a blind man. 

             You don’t find love. Love finds you. It is not a place, it cannot be found. It can only brought out from within each person. It comes out when it decides to, it emerges only when welcome, when the environment is just right to nurture such complex emotions. Love's only habit is being unpredictable. Sometimes it seems so elusive and distant, yet at the strangest of times, it is suddenly so within reach, so tangible and fulfilling. Those who are filled with love everyday can within minutes be completely drained of it. Alternately, someone who lacks love, someone filled with hatred and disgust can be completely changed in an instant, love being the primary force responsible for the turnaround.
             One can't have too much love, be loved too much, or ever want to rid themselves of it. If such situations appear to occur, then the emotional factor is most likely not love, but something different: admiration, jealousy, lust, obsession. Love is so powerful and so single purposed; it's so mysterious and misunderstood. It's impossible to explain, impossible to describe. Attempting to put love into words is, again, harder than explaining to a blind man the difference between yellow and red.