When asked to define LOVE

Love
So many people use your name in vain. For better or worse I will choose you first.

To share is to love me. Synchronized mobility in the truest forms of spiritual,emotional, and physical enrichment. Impossible to research attainable only by blind devotion. Heart wrenching, soul shaking, mind staggering, body defying extremes are inevitable signs of my uncompromisable surrender to you. There are no manuals,brochures, or how- to guides to draw such heavily devoured sentiments out of my psyche.It is rather simple to love me actually. Talk to me, not at me. Listen when I am hurt. Lend me a shoulder when I cry, even if it is more times than you can count on both of your hands. Laugh uncontrollably when I make a mistake. Do not be afraid to mimic the verbosity of my ridiculous outbursts. Sing to make me beautiful because I am. Dance to the tunes of smooth operating love lullabies composed deep within my Tongan roots. Dare to taste the endless wonders of the many personalities I inhibit. I am blessed because of this and so are those you subscribe to the genuineness of my soul. Believe in my passions because my heart has never lied nor will it ever. Trust in me. Period. As you should know unfaithfulness is a foreign policy and will never be a part of my originality. Care for me in sickness as in health, because we both hold the Covenant to the most elevated plank ever known to mankind. Dream with your eyes open because the moment you blink; the reality of me and you in accordance to everyone else never in the history of time existed. Last but definitely not least live everyday to the full extent of the promise you swore the day you laid eyes on me. Unknowingly comprehending my stance of a gut throttling four letter word is power. Power to decipher, disagree, disprove, and discharge my oath to an invisible and intangible yet concrete confinement of the noun LOVE.