"Love" might just be a single word which often connotes romantic love only, but it has a much richer meaning than that.
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For your refreshing, learned Greek philosophers of old have provided us with a spectrum of seven categories of love as follows:-
- This is often seen as the type of love that most closely resembles what Western cultures view as romantic love, characterized by passion and desire.
- This type of love signifies friendship and camaraderie, embodying loyalty, common goodwill, and mutual respect.
- Representing familial love, storge is the affection between family members, such as parents and their children.
- Agape love includes selfless, unconditional love, often linked to empathy, acts of kindness, and love for overall humanity.
- Ludus is playful or uncommitted love, encompassing flirtation, teasing, and light-hearted interactions without expecting commitment.
- Pragma signifies enduring love or long-standing love, often about making compromises, showing patience, and accepting the realities of long-term commitment.
- Also known as self-love, philautia is about caring for one's personal health and psychological well-being, encouraging self-compassion and self-esteem.
In the lab of life, they mix and blend,
Two hearts that start where love won’t end.
Like molecules that dance and twirl,
They form a bond, a precious swirl.
He’s the spark, she’s the flame,
Together, they ignite the same sweet name.
In laughter's beaker, joy does rise,
Their chemistry, a sweet surprise.
Through the years, their atoms rearrange,
Still, they find a way to stay the same.
For in the heat of everyday,
They find new ways to light the way.
Their love a catalyst, burning bright,
They fuel each other through the night.
A secret formula, old yet true,
Their passion, fresh with every view.
When time’s experiment wears thin,
They add a touch of play within—
A wink, a kiss, a knowing glance,
Reignite the heart, and start the dance.
So let the test tubes bubble high,
And watch their love reach for the sky.
For in the lab of love, they know,
Together, they’ll continue to grow.
We’re like two mismatched socks,
Yet somehow, we fit just right—
You’re the spark to my match,
The calm to my wild night.
We laugh at silly moments,
Like spilled coffee on the floor,
But somehow, darling, in those laughs,
I find myself loving you more.
You steal my fries, I steal your jacket,
We argue over which movie to see,
But when your hand finds mine, my love,
That’s where I’m meant to be.
We’re not perfect, not by a mile,
We trip, we fall, we don’t always agree—
But the way you look at me,
Makes it all feel like destiny.
You bring the sweetness to my sour,
The rhythm to my beat—
In this world of chaos, my dear,
You make my life complete.
So let’s keep dancing through this mess,
In every moment, small or grand,
Because there’s no one else, my love,
I’d rather walk through life hand in hand.
For if you’re searching for a love,
Don’t look for perfect, look for real—
The one who makes you laugh and trip,
But makes your heart skip with every feel.
Celebrate the flaws, the joy, the fight—
In love, it’s all part of the dance,
Find someone who makes your soul take flight,
And hold on to them—take that chance.
Here is a gentle reminder to keep love in the pocket of your heart:-
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