I just love Leonardo DiCaprio. I guess that means I admire his abilities in all his cameos. I love Thai cuisine. That means lemon grass and coconut cream is what I like to be eating. I love The Corrs. Meaning, I could enjoy their music for hours. I absolutely love chocolate. Meaning, I relish it, unconcerned about my diet. I love a nice mauve lipstick. Meaning, I think it suits me; it's a shade I'm more likely to pick. I love the colour green. Meaning, I've always preferred it since I was a teen. I love his diction and speech. Meaning, I'm awestruck by the flow of his words, them each. I love Keanu Reeves. Meaning, I'm attracted to him, I believe. I love safaris and wildlife. Meaning, I'm intrigued by animals and their way of life. I love writing. Meaning, I am interested in it and find it exciting. I love X today, Y tomorrow, Z day after. That probably means I'm a teenager with raging hormones and am just crushing over. I love her and can't get my hands off. Meaning, it's attraction or lust - sorry if this news is rather tough. So 'like, attraction and lust' have replaced love. Like in Indian cooking, interchangeable spices like cinnamon and clove. Love lies hidden in the mundane. Not always roses and chocolates and going to levels that are insane. Love is in the groggy mother preparing food while her family sleeps. No, she's not smiling. But the whole family, this benefit reaps. Love is in the exhausted father travelling home from work. No toys or chocolates in his hands, no additional perks. Love is in the newborn baby who still cannot see. Yet, seems to be pacified only by mommy or daddy. Love is in the friend who refused to name you. Bore the brunt of it all without you saying thank you. Love is in the nameless lady who always saves you a seat. In church under the fan, near her - a treat in this heat. But I just listed jobs and responsibilities. Nothing special or extraordinary, visibly. Love is not always a romance novel. It's not just physical or you'd find it in a brothel. Love is in the everyday, in the monotonous. It's probably not vocal, just in your subconscious. True love is unconditional. It is eternal. It is infinite, kind and polite. True love is good and considerate. It does not take jabs, deliberate. It is not jealous, but patient, and in no way maleficent. Love is encouraging, not negative. It's not for likes and social media, it's not decorative. It is gentle, never intentionally detrimental. Love attempts to bring joy, not to toy with hearts and destroy. Love makes peace, above all - it's centerpiece. Love is not hurtful or self seething. Love is certainly not fleeting. A wedding is a day, marriage - a lifetime. It keeps getting more clarity like gracefully aged wine. Do I sound like an old lady? Have I bored you already? I wasn't always like this. I think I've matured from red roses and a kiss. I'm not saying it's perfect; love is just so flawed. But if you do the following, the coldest heart will be thawed. Be generous, do some sacrificing. There can't be love without some forgiving. Love and Light, -RUELHA www.ruelha.com Copyright© Protected. All rights reserved.