Love is a motivation to live. Love is food for the soul and poison for the mind. Love is a complicated paradox, and yet it can be the simplest affirmation; the knowledge that what you feel comes from only this person. Love can wear many guises and can be worn by many fraudsters. Love is an elusive beast, often mistaken for brother lust. Love cannot be explained or defined, cannot be contained or constrained. Love is a primal force that keeps the human spirit alive. Love is something you feel when you are with your muse, whether spoken or no; something that you know only you can gleam from that person. Love can create wild fantasies of escapism and delusion, places of happiness of bliss. Love is the greatest treasure of life, the cruellest of tortures. Love is something i would never surrender, nor give anything in the world to substitute. Love is acceptance of pleasure and pain, of ecstasy and enmity, of desire and determination. Love is forsaken by those too afraid to embrace it. Love dances with hate, and i dance in tune to their beat. Love is a timeless chorus. Love is my definition of happiness.