Susan Sontag had an interesting view to what Love meant for her. In her book on Love: Illustrated Diary Excerpts she says that:
Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love.
My own views of Love have changed, reshaped, shifted and remoulded itself considerably, over the years, more so in the last few.
I honour, treasure and cherish Love in all its forms more deeply than I have ever done before. And I guess, in many ways, I would agree with Sontag, in that it remains as mysterious for me as ever.
What does Love mean to you?