Love is the leisure and comfort of counting the stars with you at night.
Love is meticulous care.
Love is omnipotent to bear and pay.
Love is a fierce intersection of love and hate.
Love is patchwork.
Love is an infinite yearning for the window of a foreign land.
Love is the happiness of a distant city.
Love is a cup of hot coffee on a cold night.
Love is a smile at you when spring is blooming.
Love is giving, love is giving.
This is the true meaning of love and my experience. I wish I could help her. I hope I can be satisfied.