What is love?

I have often written about this emotion and find myself reading what I wrote and saying- Is that it? Is that all I can say about this feeling that makes the world go round?

Love is what makes us wait for someone to come home long after everyone else has gone off to sleep...

Love is also what makes us sleep in peace in the arms of this one person when (s)he comes home!!

Love is what makes it possible for a man to go on and for a woman to carry on with the business of living- despite each difficulty in their path.

Love is the feeling that makes one remember the days gone by as if they are a running movie in front of our eyes.

Love is what makes us remember the first glance, the first touch, the first embrace and the first kiss. It is equally potent between a man and his woman as it is between a child and his parent.

The picture of a new-born child in the arms of its mother soon after entering this world is still the most enduring image of love that can be. The child knows nothing else than the mother's touch and her heart beat. The mother breathes the entire Universe in that single moment of holding the child.

Love is the feeling that wants to make you smile in anticipation after you wake up, but before you open your sleepy eyes. It is the feeling that makes you want to stretch and reach out and touch your love.

Love is also the feeling of awareness of closeness and proximity even standing in prayer in a temple. It is the feeling that pervades and provides utmost security... and the source of extreme insecurity.

Love is what makes your tiredness disappear the moment your eyes rest on that someone and makes you want to simply observe each breath.

Love is the heightened sense of awareness and of contentment... the sense that will make you believe that if you were to die today, you would have no regrets. And that you would be missed.

Love is also the drive that makes you reach out long after each ounce of power is sucked from your being... to continue despite all odds and REACH. It is the driving force that allows one to go on when all else seems to have been depleted.

Love may not make the world go round, as someone has said... it definitely makes the ride worthwhile...