Descriptive Essay About Love

Love is an interesting concept. Wikipedia describes love as “a variety of different emotional and mental states, typically strongly experienced” (Dictionary.com). Romeo and Juliet, written by Shakespeare, portrays the illogical choices that may be made when in love. Another source explains how love is addicting in the poem “The Raven” written by Edgar Allen Poe. “The Gift of the Magi” depicts people who mistake love for lust. The force of romantic love inflicts harm on many because it persuades lovers to make irrational decisions, it is negatively addictive, and many cannot differentiate love versus lust.

Much has been said about love, but if you search the horizon, you will discover that most of the things written about love are either pithy or cynical.

One late morning in 1914, I leaned against the newly painted silver railings of the large Majestic, a beautiful ship with a black bottom and a bright white top. Murky, charcoal-black smoke came out of the three enormous, grey, cylinder-shaped chimneys, which began combining with the fresh sea air. The thunderous boat horn was then suddenly blasted, interrupting the beautiful, calming noises of the sea. I heard the screeches of the white seagulls choke as they flied through the tenebrous smoke. I took a deep breath of the crisp air, and held onto the cool railings. With my eyes focusing on the horizon where the sky meets the sea, I noticed how the soft, shimmering sun bleed through the dark white clouds, pouring

Love is difficult to define, difficult to measure, and difficult to understand. Love is what great writers write about, great singers sing about, and great philosophers ponder. Love is a powerful emotion, for which there is no wrong definition, for it suits each and every person differently. Whether love is between family, friends, or lovers, it is an overwhelming emotion that can be experienced in many different ways.

I have dreamed a thousand times if the day I finally have you, to feel your lips against mine, to take in your scent, to be yours. I know at first I won't be able to say much, for you see, I am not very good at communicating with words. I am two different women. The one that lives in normal life and follows to norms of society. Then there is the wild creäture that lives in me. she is my desires, my lust, as she is wild words are not always her form of communication, instead she uses the actions of her body. You beautiful stranger, with your dark eyes, have awoken that creäture. She is yearning for you, and on this day when we finally meet, she will be set free. The moment you walk into the room we make eye contact, you recognize the fire in my eyes. The burning desire to be yours at last. I gesture for you to come closer and before we can say anything I'm kissing you long and hard. I want to memorize your body with my lips, fix in my mind the way your hands feel all over my body as I tremble with desire for you to penetrate me. I beg you to not rush this, make it last, let's savor this moment. I want our bodies to complement each other's moves like a dance. I begin to sway my hips on top of you, set the rhythm, slow and sensual. You order me to look at you in the eye and enjoy every second like it will be our last. You gently push me down and I know exactly what you want. I begin kissing your hard cock, wrapping my lips gently around it and slide it down into my throat. I

The hypnotic glare of thousands of pixels illuminates the contours of my body, projecting a shadow of desolation onto the bedrooms walls which seem to stand over me. My shame blindfolds me. The voices inside my head reverberates,

The sun’s light rays shined down on the earth outside, growing warmer as it rose above in the sky. Inside Layton’s chambers, where it was dark and cool, he lay working himself to sleep, gorging on the now free pouring life from the girl frail between his arms. He was starving by the time he left Ava, but he didn’t realize until now it wasn’t for blood. He didn’t understand what exactly as he tightened his grip around the flesh, the need constricting his breathing and scorching through his veins through to his heart, his eyes, where it all burned.

In life we often forget how to truly love ourselves. We fill our bodies with things we know are gonna slowly kill us, but we've been taught by those around us thats its a coping mechanism to be sane or to “fit in”. We learn lessons but take the knowledge the completely opposite way that deprives us of feeling happiness and love. We get hurt and build the barriers that stop us from giving our all to someone because past experiences make us think that'll it'll happen again; sometimes it does and sometimes it takes us by surprise and makes us wish we never suffocated ourselves by the thought of something bad happening.

What is love, what is power, and what relationship do they have to one another? Power is the dominion of a person over another, agreeable to one and labourious to the other. Love is the deliberate and congenial submission of people to each other, the binding of two persons belonging together. Thus, it would appear power and love are mutually exclusive. A bond of love is only attained through reciprocity, requiring both parties be autonomous. Even when a person of eminence falls in love with a person of low station, love itself eradicates the power difference. In comparison, a bond of power relies on the control of one by another, where the one exercising power affects through control what lovers pursue through reciprocity. Notwithstanding this difference between power and love, love is not

After coming down from the stage, they hug each other with a big smile. Lastly, Jin-hwan and Haena hug tightly. Sung-min and Ppacko watch them with a satisfying look.

It’s a cold October evening, the sun low in the sky, the moon rising the east. I sit on the edge of some railroad tracks, dilapidated wood struts creaking under the weight of rusty metal beams and abandoned train cars. There’s the sound of a languid stream 20 or 30 feet below me, running perpendicular to the tracks. I look to my left, down the tracks and into the distance, remembering the many days and nights spent here with her. We’d look to the sky at night and talk about the stars, or sit in the shadow of the cars on hot summer days. All that remained of those golden memories was the eerie sound of emptiness, a brash juxtaposition against the happy days gone by. She and I were so close, a friendship forged in the fires of adolescence

It’s amazing how when you love something or someone you know automatically. You see it for the first time and your heart feels full. When you truly fall in love with something you feel the urge to do anything to be with it all the time. When most people talk about love, they talk about a person, I talk about my city, Washington D.C. When I first visited D.C. I was a freshman in highschool and I instantly fell in love with the city. Something about it drew to me, from growing up in a small town to this big glamorous city that drew you in with it’s glory and significance like a moth drawn to a light. The minute I graduated high school I was moving there and living my life there with or without anyone’s support.

The birds awoke me again this morning. Scraping and tapping at my window; almost begging me to get out there and play with them. They are the most beautiful creatures in the world, you know? The way they have the ability to soar anywhere they desire. To explore the far edges of the horizon, flying over trees and escaping from the world on the ground.

Marriage poses a threat to the search for romantic love because, as Solomon in “All About Love” states, the “long history of marriage as a sacrament has little to say about sexual love, and sometimes has much to say against it.”(Page 60, Solomon). In fact, the idea of sexual and emotional love, or courtship love, actually provided an alternative means to a loveless marriage rather than preluded it. “The history of romantic love seems to indicate that love has its origins not only independent of marriage but as a rebellion against marriage”(page 61) meaning that marriage poses a threat because of how loveless a marriage could be. Loveless marriages in the sense that in the past people married not necessarily out of romantic feelings, or

It was an average April morning, the streets still wet from yesterday 's rain. In fact, it rained all through the night, and the smell of the rain from early morning still lingered in the air. I like the rain. I like the way it falls on your face as if each droplet was a golden drop of happiness falling from heaven. I like the way it lightly drizzles, giving my whole neighborhood a shower. The rain sweeps through all of Manhattan, cleansing everyone both physically and mentally. Rain is like a fresh start, a new page. The best part is, afterwards everyone is happy. Sometimes, if you are lucky there is a rainbow that sweeps across the sky, painting colors of red, orange, yellow, green blue, electric indigo and vibrant violet.