What is love?

Sometimes you think: "What is love?"
Love is, if when you want to touch a person, run a hand through your hair and bury your nose in your neck ... and be silent. Be in love?
Or to love is when you want to hear this person's voice every day, whether he's hoarse or like bells.
To love is to want to give a miracle to a holiday or just for fun?
To love is to be together to see every minute and not to choose words at the same time.
To love is to walk along the street and smile to passers-by who look at you, rejoice for you or envy, and you will just nod to them that you are happy .. That's it! Love is happiness!
Fresh as a frosty morning, bright as the sun, sweet as honey wine, tender as the first snow, sure and indestructible, like mountains ...
True love can not be unhappy.
It can not be dishonest!
Tears in the pillow, tantrums in the bathroom, hands smashed against the wall and bitten lips are not love, in such "love", I still do not want to believe.
If you are unhappy that this person is in your life in this very place, then ...
Not love?
I do not know.
Simply if it really is love ... then, let her not be, do not need us such a "love".

And today in my city the whole day is a delightful fog. He crouches under the feet of a white carpet, and then resentfully retreats from the light of the lanterns. I walked along the street and smiled at him. =)