Something to start with:
I think I'm just doing this because I got bitten by the valentine virus.
Love is so abstract that words are not enough to quantify its essence. I cannot elaborate any further because I know that love is ...
Sorry I ran out of words to say. But let me share to you a sonnet written by no other than William Shakespeare. Whenever the word 'love' pops into my head, I can't help but think of this poem I learned from my English Literature class.
I hope you appreciate this to keep the love alive on this love month of February.
SONNET 116
William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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