WAT IS LOVE❤️ ACCORDING TO U...?
- Thread starter KIARA
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Love is nothing but understanding.. only understanding.. whatever they are.. they might be frnds, relatives, siblings, cousins or even a stranger.. it is just understanding each other..
Rey maddy it's not just trash..I already told " LOVE IS BETRAYAL OF SEX "
haha I will trash love into bin kiddoShe will trash u in bin
but not my maddy fellow 
Rey maddy it's not just trash..I already told " LOVE IS BETRAYAL OF SEX "
haha I will trash love into bin kiddo
that's my emo Amo
Love is passion selflessness and many more
Love is soulmates ..two soul joined in one soul..example Siva and parvathi..arthanathiswar shape..half female and half men....if Parvati get pain Siva too get the same pain..love between devotees radhe and krishna..soul love..if radhe get pain Krishna too feel the same pain.... when soul connected after Ur life is pleasant and no fight and no misunderstood come .
Wow
Me lolHmmmm love......
It's you sweetheart
Lol I don't think solove is money
U defined beautifully
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Who am I to talk about love when Shakespeare writ this?
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Who am I to talk about love when Shakespeare writ this?
Yes babygirl