When

When? Where? Who?
More importantly, what?

Every one seems in search of love.
Have you ever tried asking them what love is?

You get told that this is a philosophical question;
How can you ask such a question? Don't you know?

No, I don't.
Tell me.

The blank looks are frightening.
TV has told them what love is. Danielle Steele has told them.
The Young and the Restless, the pastor, your parents.
Is this love?

Does love change from generation to generation?
Blind devotion? Or is love intelligent? Can you love reasonably,
or is the absence of reason a sure sign of love.

I can argue that creating a difficult life for my children is love.
They grow stronger. It hurts me to do so I feel that it is a selfless act.
They are able to stand on their own two feet and be counted.

I can argue that protecting my children from life is love.
They remain innocent. They have an untainted view of life and people.
I pour my love out into them so I feel that it is a selfless act.
They are able to function in this world without having been tainted by
the horrors of the world we live in.

When I know, will I be able to explain it?
When? If feels more like it.

The love I feel now; for my family, my friends. Is this an inferior love
to what I hear everyone else talking about? To me it seems not.

But my explanation of it always leaves me feeling like I have not communicated the true beauty of the love I feel. My personal love for people.

When will I know what is, and whether I am on the right track?