How do you define LOVE?

This is a question that seems totally easy to answer. What is love? We all have talked about love, shared love, given love since we were babies. Yet, it remains one of the things in life we take for granted. We seem to hurt most the ones we hold most dearly in our lives. Right now, William and I have a wonderful family friend who is in hospice. We had the privilege of visiting with our friend a month or so ago. Although frail, and tired, our friend still had am amazing, warm, TANGIBLE love about her. She gave her love so freely that it made us free to RECEIVE love. We (all of us) are not good at receiving things, particularly me. I can give much easier. A new friend is teaching me how much freer one can be when receiving love as well. We are beloved....these two amazing people I have talked with in the last month are so FREE...free to love others, to be exposed, to be open, to receive love, to have JOY. It is a tangible fruit that I want to know and share every day. Ask yourselves,"What is love?"
From 1 Corinthians 13:
"If I speak in tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries ad all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, en as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. "

Praying for our sweet friend in hospice ,who is so loving.

Love,
Eve