Love

Everything I've read and seen and heard in my short time on earth has molded and shaped my image of what Love is. I can't pin it all down yet though, and perhaps that's what I know best.

Love is more than we estimate it to be, however much that may be.
Love is the awesome desire to be awesomely desired.
Love is a choice, which allows for a feeling, which necessitates change.
Love does not exist until it is given, hoarded love is a misnomer.
Love is the engine that propels forgiveness. 
Love is affection that becomes habit.
Love can break and mend with equal skill.
Love without sacrifice is simply desire. Sacrifice is the completion of love's first desire.
Love keeps no record of wrongs, does not envy, does not boast.
Love always is most complete when it celebrates and accompanies truth. 
Love that is not returned is the only thing as painful as love returned is wonderful.
Love that does not change lives must be examined to see if it's there at all. 
Love is most perfectly manifested in God's gifts of life and his Son.
Love's greatest threat is the acidity of sin and the erosion it can cause with time.
Love is not found in those who are arrogant about knowing its names.
Love remembers what no one would blame forgetting. 
Love is more than romance but each is most desirable when it is with the other.
Love is a metaphor's first half and second. 
Love frees through the choice to be bound.

I know more, but my deepest inclination is that I know much less. So to reconcile these two truths I shall simply cease to quantify that which is necessarily boundless.