Love.
How can we know truly what it is? What is love? It is defined, but surpasses definition. It is feeling, but supersedes experience. It is taught, but can it ever be learned to it's farthest corners? They say love is round, like a ring- it never ends, never begins. But to some it's like the mountains- recesses to discover, mystery to seek, beauty to admire; the peaks most challenging to climb are the most worth it every rock of the way. Can the mountains ever be fully known? But yet they can be defined; they can be felt. To encounter some is not to encounter all; it is to understand their heart; it is to know why.
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