The angle I see it at is from the back a couple steps behind. Two hands clasped swinging to the beat of their feet, lost in their thoughts. Not needing to talk to keep the other there. That is how I see love. Not 
The hero saving the princess or two people willing to lay their life down for each other. It's the things that you forget you do, that is love to me. Like the knot of two hands or a heavy head on a waiting shoulder. It's something as simple as knowing that a twitch of an eyebrow or the rinkle of the forehead means more than most would care to understand. Love is knowing someone's heart so thoroughly, that without guessing you know what's on their mind. Love is a series of unfortunate events that makes a fortunate event that is love. Love is so easy to see but so hard to come by. So hard to understand but so easy to believe it's out there. Love is a contradiction. It's is beautiful and ugly. It's is hard and easy. It's is fast and slow. 
Love is........ knowledge of another.