Otter flipping with joy - ahhh life is good!

I don't usually drink but, I'm wondering if there's a little more clarity on here after a few? LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Love is passion and friendship, compromise and giving without thought of benefit, other than the gift of seeing that person happy. Love is appreciation and respect, a bond of spirits and a like minded way of viewing the world. It is exploring differences and learning, as well as teaching and growing every day.

Love? I knew it once...but now, I don't know.

Once, I was immersed in it. Drowning in it. Accepting its ebb and flow, whether it floods my awareness, rains and showers upon me, or is the gently clinging mist of weeks of years together without a need for more than each other. Happy togetherness whether the moments or days are happy or not; more than companionship---commitment, faith in each other, fidelity to US...bravely marching on to the crippling effects of life, foreseeing that "til death do us part" is for real.
For the end of it is death; the kernel of life that remains then must be buried, healed, kept safe, moistened with care, warmed to grow again towards the daylight of new life and new love.

It will only be the first love, one time. Fresh and young and new to life, the first love blooms so bright and strong. It's end should be a bloody violent sudden death, to end prolonged suffering.

Here...for the most part...second, third, and fourth loves are possible. All the loves before now are a burden upon our future. We are not the young, free-spirited, unblemished, pure-of-heart and innocent people. We respect the scars, know the heartache, cringe with the same shattered trust and defend against being shortchanged.
I think that we develop a relationship without it intending to be love; being kin by our past and our compassion upon each other now; brothers and sisters of a sort, together by choice rather than by birth.
Some of these people might attend my funeral, or at least mention me in a prayer, without feigning that they loved me. Whereas I expect no such love from relatives, none of whom ever knew me.
This comraderie is thus the fulfillment of love, for mere human kindness would not generate such a bond as grows herein.
The gently clinging mist that I spoke of is here, in wisps and shreds, moistening the soil wherein my kernel of life lies waiting.
Love is here. A kind of love.
IMO

Say it with your eyes,
say it with your heart,
purse your lips and breathe to me,
that which you feel to share.

Say it with a gentle touch,
A lingering look,
a secret smile,
close your eyes,
say it with your mind to me.

I feel you, see you, hear you.

Whatever it is
say it in the moonlight
where all edges are soft
and colours blend
in a milky haze

Whatever it is
say it in a whisper
where sounds linger
in the secret places
of my mind

Mwah!