Biologically speaking, love is a powerful neurological condition not much different from that of hunger or thirst, only more permanent. A concoction of chemicals released in our bodies tying us to people, places, or things.
In ancient Greek times love wasn't just expressed with one word. You had Philia the love between close friends, Ludus described as playful flirting, Eros an intense passionate lust, and finally Pragma a mature love that develops over a long period of time, involving the practice of goodwill, commitment, compromise and understanding.
All types of love can however be described as a passionate commitment that we nurture and develop, even though it usually arrives in our lives unbidden. That's why it is more than just a powerful feeling. Without the commitment, it is mere infatuation. Without the passion, it is mere dedication. Without nurturing, even the best can wither and die.
The paradox of love is that it is supremely free yet attaches us with bonds stronger than death. It cannot be bought or sold; there is nothing it cannot face; love is in fact life's greatest blessing.
