Descriptive Essay About Love

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.

The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines the word love as, “a feeling of strong or constant affection for someone.” I personally define love as an unconditional feeling and a feeling of absolute bliss. The five qualities that I believe are the most important in love include dependability, honesty, selflessness, loyalty, and empathy. Most everyone needs someone that will love them unconditionally to help guide them when they are at a low and support them when they are at their high; for me, that person is my best friend and boyfriend, Ean Isaiah Thomsen.

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.

Love. Love is shown in so many ways. Whether it be a loving husband buying a beautiful, diamond ring or a child’s crush bringing the other a tootsie roll, love is always being expressed. What is one way that no matter what your age, or what the mood of your significant other is in, you can look like the most caring person in the world? A magnificent glass vase filled with freshly plucked, blooming flowers. A vase full of fresh flowers can really mean a lot to someone who is sick, is having a hard time, or just needs an exaggerated reminder that they mean the world to you. There is such a deeper meaning to the vase then you could imagine at first glance.

I like boys. I always have and I know I always will. My first kiss was when I was three years old underneath a table at my preschool. For as long as I can remember, I have had an uncontrollable romantic side. Watching Disney movies where the princess gets saved by the prince were my favorite. My parents’ relationship also influences the way I view love because my mom and dad seemed to be the perfect couple. I am the oldest of three girls, so I’m no stranger to getting spoiled. I have always expected my future boyfriend to treat me the same or even better because my dad always treated me like the most beautiful girl in the world. Ideas of a perfect relationship all started when I dreamed of my fifth grade crush coming to my dance recital and kissing me behind the stage. That romantic side of me controlled a large portion of my imagination and I looked forward to meeting a boy that would be fully committed to me as my parents are to each other.

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

Love is an abundant emotion that has different degrees. There is familial love, friendly love, unconditional love, and of course romantic love. Romantic love will be the superstar of this article. Romantic love may be around every corner whether between an old couple or a young teenage romance. However, love is not the easiest thing to attain. It is such a simple concept, though a difficult thing to actually have a person’s hands on.

The next three weeks raced by as Caroline floated in a happiness bubble. Every day Nico called or texted and she responded with cute flirty messages. It was stupid to get attached to someone who might walk away but she couldn’t help herself. The morose man who refused to share was replaced by a man who said all the right things to make a girl blush and laugh at the same time. Each day she fell more in love with him.

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

Try to imagine the world with no love. Hard to do, isn’t it? Love is a sacred feeling to everyone. Love runs the world. Without love in the world, nothing would get done. Think about it, without love, the human population would not be nearly as large as what it is today. Without people’s love for other people, no new families would be created. Another example is without people’s love for their work, nothing new would be discovered. Love is unique to everyone, each person loves differently from the next. Love is immeasurable, and it should not be defined by science because love is natural and experienced differently by everyone.

I looked outside, I admired the stars and how carefree they were, just floating in the sky, shining moving along carelessly as if nothing could go wrong. I love how they can be so at peace with each other. I was envious of it. I always come out onto the porch in the night when I have spare time. I like to sit and just admire in awe at how beautiful and peaceful the earth is, and yet it created such reckless bests to accompany it. I took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly, taking everything in. Loving every little thing. Every moment. I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined flying, high above the trees, the clouds and out into space, floating without care among the stars. I had only been outside for around ten to fifteen minutes before I jumped startled by the Big Bang that came from the house followed by silence, and then bellowing laughter. I chuckled lowly when I realized it was just my brother tripping over a shoe, as he got up noticeably embarrassed and dusted off his shirt trying to find any dignity that he had left. I watched him as he ran up the stairs face tomato red, as if he was going to cry. I waited a moment before walking up the stairs to find him in the corner of his room. I walked over to him and sat beside him on the floor. Not having said anything, we both sat there.

I can 't express to you how much fun I had with you this weekend or how much I am looking forward to our next adventure together. So I 'm at least going to make an attempt here to tell you how much this trip and this time with you mean to me. I loved everything about this trip...except maybe our late night detour in the Pisgah Forest Walmart. Even then I 'm just glad I was with you. I will definitely never forget that night or how unbelievably happy I was to see that tow truck. I 'm not going to lie baby, I was pretty close to kissing that truck driver.

“For God is not unjust. He will not forget how hard you have worked for him and how you have shown your love to him by caring for other believers, as you still do. Our great desire is that you will keep on loving others as long as life lasts, in order to make certain that what you hope for will come true. Then you will not become spiritually dull and indifferent. Instead, you will follow the example of those who are going to inherit God’s promises because of their faith and endurance.” Hebrews 6:10-12