I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos a hundred words for snow, I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there is no word for that
They say love is blind. I disagree. Infatuation is blind. Love is all-seeing and accepting. Love is seeing the flaws and blemishes and accepting them. Love is accepting the bad habits and mannerisms, and working around them.