what is love. ?

Love It is often made. .... The man is an adventurer. .... The bias .... Is the great thief. The best kind. And the most cruel. Combining the ... I could make it perfect. And it was the same person. Understanding. People's sympathy. Sympathy toward each other. Make people love each other. A love that is based on compassion. Love is a gentle and steady. The silk-stranded helix is ​​relatively hard to pull to the lack of it.
 Love is the sweetness of life. Love is the bitterness of life. I was hurt very strongly. The continuation of the offensive. Love is poison. I was thrilled. Love is a commitment to my fondness. Who is going to be a corner of their love. So love is like the atmosphere of the world. Is it a cold, he said. "This world is cold." Who are the hot, he said. "The world is too hot." And those that need to be cold in the winter time. At the hot corner as well. Earth's atmosphere, so a hot winter. Likewise, an atmosphere of love. It makes me so hot. Moping melancholy. Joyous laughter. Awhile, laughing. Cry awhile. Not bad at all. I have always done what. Is not fair. However, he was not unfair. He has a good sense of justice. I love it. The minds of the people to justice fade. Are less concentrated.

Mom Lived Her Life for Love of Friends and Family.

Mom lived her life for love of friends and family.Neither asking for nor wanting a return.Her days became a sunlit homily,With others’ joy her joy and main concern.When we were ill, she also became sick; When we were cut, she, too, began to bleed.Of our oil lamp she was the wick. Drawing her bright flame from our need.
Some say that such behavior’s out of date.That self-fulfillment is the way to grace.
But Mom, without much choice, then chose her fate,Finding greater truth in an embrace.She lives on in the sparkle in our eyes, Laughing, quiet, gentle, loving, wise.