Ineffable

Love is not just some sweet, soft, sappy, imaginary thing that gives and gives and gives. Real love has a foundation as solid as the earth. It is the bedrock upon which lives are fashioned and launched in spite of all the imperfections surrounding them.

I don’t think there is a word for time in the language of love. Time is however long it takes to do what needs to be done.

I don’t there is really a word for money either, because money can’t buy love. It can buy companionship and yes men and even a schmoozer, or two, but it can’t buy legitimate love. Not the kind that will stand by you through thick and thin with honesty and straight forwardness. Still, it's worth whatever it needs.

Love can say yes and no and even be demanding. The words are less important than the reasons behind them, because being loving means wanting the best for someone in spite of everything.

It can even mean letting go when that is the most loving thing to do. Letting go is not losing hold, it is choosing to do the hard thing, because it is right. The love is still there. It has just changed states.

Sometimes love manifests as tears -- of joy, or pain, or hope, or desire -- and sometimes it manifests as a reason to get up, or reach out, or even pray.

Love is ineffable, but it is real.