Love is many things to many people. It is parental, romantic, and altruistic. It is ethereal. It is perceived. It does no harm. Sometimes it is demanded, taken and kept, and almost always earned and freely given. Sometimes it is born of pity, erupting from the pit of despair, or emanating from within. Most agree that it is better to love and be loved than to never love or be loved at all. In the end, love is conscious desire, a lust for life, a decision we make but are never certain we had. Its loss of control over our destiny. Trust in God, the universe, and fate. Karma without a map. Love is undefineable, indeterminate, and infinite. Surrender unconditionally to its embrace. Love is waiting.