Love What Is It Essay Research Paper

Love: What is it?

Love, what is it? To many people love means many things. To others, to love is to place their happiness in one another. Others love can be how they feel about that special someone. I’m not talking about the fatherly love or that motherly love. I’m talking about the love that you feel towards someone. That special someone that you could possibly spend the rest of your life with. Webster defines love as a strong feeling of attraction resulting from sexual desire; enthusiasm or fondness. But to me love is not just a feeling, but it is the way that you treat that special someone that you care for. Treating them so kindly so they’ll know you care and love them. Love in my eyes, is making that sacrifice for someone, knowing that you might regret it sooner or later. Love is how you make another person feel when you are in their presence. Love is the laughter that you share, the time you spend, and the relationship that you build with that special someone.

Many people show or express their love for someone in many and different ways. For instance, there was an ancient Egyptian Poem that captivated my attention. While I was reading the poem it made me realize how more people view love the same way as I do. The poem is named “Love, how I’d love to slip down to the pond.” In the poem there were lines that helped me realize that love is not what you say, it is what you do. And in the poem there was a line that stood out far from the rest. It said, “Just for you I’d

wear my new Memphis swimsuit, made of sheer linen, fit for a queen- Come see how it looks in the water”.

Not caring about how she looks to others or how foolish she might feel, she entices her mate with a swimsuit that when wet it reveals all of the woman’s body and leaves nothing to the imagination. As I read on I felt if she was talking to me. Leading me into the pond. I felt as if this is the case because throughout the whole poem no names were said, and there was no one who replied when she asked would you like “to wade in with me?” As I read on I then replied yes, yes I would join you. Why, you might ask. Because of her actions, not her words. The poet or woman shows that she wants to be with you instead of telling you. Remember, to me love is in the actions not the words.

As I continued to read and reflect about love and how it is expressed, I remembered a poem that I had written to show my girl-friend how she makes me feel. The name of this poem is called, “She Struts”.

She walks with beauty, grace, and style.

Even on a bad day she makes me smile.

Head held high when mine is low,

she struts by sexy, sassy and slow.

Asking, “What’s the matter?”, as if she doesn’t know.

When there was no reply she turned,

Sexy, sassy and slow.

She looked in my face with hazel eyes and a smile

Strutting toward me as if on a cat walk,

Pausing then turning making my frown flip upside down

She whispers in my ear softly, “You love to see me this I know,

But you love it more to see me go.”

Then turns and struts off

sexy, sassy and slow.

This poem like all of my others is about a woman and her actions. This particular woman is 19 years of age, five feet nine inches tall, with a stunning personality pursuing a modeling career. I named the poem “She Struts” because of the way she walks. As if always on the “cat walk” she prances by head straight, arms at her side. I really love this poem because I put much feeling and thought into it. But there are a few things that I would change. Well maybe not change, but perfect. As I look at it now after it’s been a while since I wrote it I see some flaws. Like the section in the poem when she struts slowly as if on a catwalk. When you think about it when you see models on the catwalk they are usually walking kind of fast so the next person can come out behind them.

On the other hand I like this poem better than the rest of the ones in my collection. I can’t really say why, maybe it is how I feel towards this person that makes me feel so strongly about this work. Or maybe its how the lines flow off of your tong as you read it. It could probably be how it has a natural rhythm and sooths the person that you are reading it too. There are a lot of reasons that I appreciate this poem and the main reason is because I wrote it fore and about a special someone.

When expressing love through your actions, writing poetry is not the only way that you can do it. A favorite singer of mind who writes love ballets, Kenny Lattamore, wrote a song named “For You”. Within this song he sung about all of the things that he would to for his special someone. A particular verse I really liked was one when he sung,

“For you I’ll give the cup of love that overflows, and any one who knows me knows.” I like it because it describes how his love for her is unconfined or he has so much of it to give. But when I asked a friend what she thought about the verse, she thought that it was a real cup or vase. And when I thought about it being a real cup it could have been, but I also looked behind the cup toward the person giving the cup.

Many people only look at the obvious, but others like my-self and Chung Tzu look for the underlining meaning. In the “Book of Songs”, written by Chung Tzu there is a pome numbered 22 in the text. Part of it reads:

Of fair girls the prettiest

Gave me a red flute.

The flush of that red flute

Is pleasure at the girl’s beauty.

She has Been in the pastures and brought for me rush-wool,

Very beautiful and rare.

It is not you that are beautiful;

But you were given by a lovely girl.

In my opinion the moral of the poem is not to cherish what is given to you, but cherish the thought and sincerity of the person. Material items can be lost, broken, or even stolen. But when you see it as an action of ones emotion, the thought of that item ant the person who gave it to you will live on forever.

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Today, many people have different out looks and perspectives about love and that what it is or what it should be. But you can’t truly love any one until you answer that funny little question? Love: What is it?