Descriptive Essay About Love

For my community service opportunity, I knew I wanted to go to the animal shelter. I have not been in a while and I saw this as a good reminder to go back. The puppies are always very cute, but there are many older dogs that don’t get the attention they deserve. Being summer and very hot, the dogs can’t stay out for long. A friend came with me and together we walked a few dogs. It is always sad to see the dogs who have been at the shelter for months. I have never encountered an unfriendly dog at the Humane Society. I truly believe I can make a slight difference in a dog’s day when I can walk them and give them some love and affection and remind them that they are important.

There are many stray dogs on the street in America. These dogs roam the streets everyday looking for food water and shelter. Unfortunately, many of these dogs remain on the streets until they die. One kind man took it upon himself to rescue a puppy who had been suffering from distemper.

Imagine being on the streets, no home, no love, that’s what Faye Carrey is trying to stop. She want all dogs to have a home. Faye Carrey finds dogs and/or puppies important so what does she do to help them out? Faye spends her days caring for dogs she either brings them home or she takes them to an animal shelter and helps them out there. “We're just quite lucky and blessed to have Faye," says Mr Oliver. Faye managed to re-home, to find a new owner and home, more than 60

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 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,

Love is a very mysterious thing. People can have a love-at-first-sight type of situation or they can slowly, over time fall for someone. There have always been some meaningful quotes about love. Such as, “everybody has a soulmate” or “love will lead you to the person you’re meant to be with.” I always thought love wasn’t real, and that people could never commit their lives to another person. Love was scary to me because i thought it would make my life worse, when in fact, it made my life complete. The first time we met, the first date, the first kiss, and the day he proposed are all signs of what life is.

I’m Angelique, 15 years old, filipina. Everyone knows that about me and then they make their single story about me. I’m a shy girl to some and really weird and outgoing to others. No one really knows what I’m like or who I truly am. In this essay I will be revealing myself to all of you, whoever you are.

Looking down at me you say, "Your pussy so tight" thrusting forward my titties bounce it feels so good. We hold each other and kiss and you slowly fuck me into bliss...

Ranging between soothing lullabies and loud, rhapsodic thrillers, music is diverse. The ends of the spectrum typically never meet because they don’t mix well. Love, however, is like a symphony: constantly rising and falling, exquisitely unpredictable, but beautiful and unique, nonetheless. It's dissonant, yet still comes together to create something otherworldly. It’s rare to witness a love that makes one feel infinite. It’s even rarer to have this love last. When people are young, they are more likely to have small tastes of this love and are eager to pursue it in the future. I have been lucky enough to experience this symphony, and it really has changed my life.

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.

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.

A soft, hissing and crackling emerges from the flame. The flavor of the smoke calming me as I stare out on to the cold deserted street below. My neighborhood still as the dead after a day of activity. Now only I and a few passing cars enjoyed the peace and tranquility. The cold quiet night, like many I have spent smoking at my window, reached my skin and over time caused my extremities to numb. As if to mute the pain. Mind and body alike at last. The tree moved slowly in the wind had seemed to dance to an old and forgotten waltz in companionship with the smoke from my cigar. Memory is a dark entity, one which has cursed me with recollections of my vengeful past. Memories of her. Her to which I pledged heart and soul, body and mind too some many a night ago. Her beauty without measure and her smile without fault haunt me. Her words carved into my being like words etched into the cold stone. Leaving me scarred. I inhaled more, as if to smoke the mere thought of her out of my head like a hunter would an animal he hunted. Love is something abstract, a concept of which I am of the misfortune to not be able to comprehend. Pity those that long for companionship and find themselves enslaved by it while retaining a belief in love's purity and never polluting form. However, those should be pitied more if they can't see the beauty in imperfection and that which is misunderstood. My last inhale left s my lungs, filling my view with only a slight orange glow cast by the lit cigar end

I always dated guys that were bad news. I only started dating at eighteen and I'm twenty one now. The guys I dated were either into drugs, cheating, alcohol, or just not good for me. They got me in to some bad things.

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.

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.