Some compare it with materialism around. Some curb it to the realm of limitations. Some are still trapped finding it in the hearts of others. While others are busy finding it in the scent of flowers. Love is but unconditional. They know not nor do they apprehend.
As the Bible repeatedly refers:
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres.”
One won’t find it in the plucked flower, in the lure of her beauty, in the words of her letter, in the lyrics of her chosen song. One cannot express even after vexing a thousand times. Love is but the charm of an eternal domain. Neither does it have any association with the red nor does it wait for the day of the year. Eternity it is. Perpetual it shall be.