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.

She stands at 5'6’’ tall; she has pretty blonde hair, with the most beautiful green eyes you will ever see! Her smile, her smile still gives me butterflies in the pit of my stomach. She walks with such grace, and she is not afraid to show or share her love for Christ! She does so much to make sure that I am more than satisfied. She is an amazing mother to our beautiful 4 year old daughter. As you might have figured out, that woman, she is my wife Amanda! I never thought we would be together; 4.5 years later, we have a beautiful love story.

What does the word love mean? I have heard the word love since I was a child, but never really seemed to learn a definition, love meant something different to everyone. I stopped by Hallmark store to pick out a happy mother’s day card and found myself absorbing all the different types of cards on love. There were some for mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, friends, just about anyone I could think of. The content in these cards showed me that true love isn’t written in just one form, but in many messages put together.

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.

At this moment, I feel sad… After I got home on Wednesday, I broke down emotionally. I think this is because I acquired a level of comfort with having you in my home. I walked in the door thinking “Kevin won’t be waiting at this door toting his book bag again”, and it hurts… I love opening that door and seeing you stand there so handsomely, being greeted with a nasally ‘hello’ and receiving your kiss after you lean down towards me. As I went through my nightly routine, little thoughts of you kept running through my mind. As I got in the shower I got upset. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to press my body against yours again. Your embrace always makes me breathe a little deeper. As I dried my body and walked into my room, I laid down on my bed. This hurt really bad. In that bed, after you started staying over, I haven’t wanted anyone else there with me… honestly, I don’t even want to be in it unless you’re there with

ontrollably and bury my face into her shoulder and just continue to sob until my eyes have dried up and just sit there for a couple of minutes. When I finally lift my head up and look up into her eyes. She smiles gently, looking at my face, I close my eyes already know that my eyes are red and puffy and my makeup has to be coming down my face as I just cried my eyes out like Niagra Falls in the taxi.

A seemingly endless stretch of road takes me to where I am needed. The call that changes everything happened only moments ago and my heart has not ceased trying to pound its way out of my chest. The deep, dark abyss engulfs me as I speed past the barren land. The fear of missing this important moment overpowers the fear of hitting the crushing mass of a deer, so I press down on the gas pedal harder. Desperation causing all other worries and thoughts to fly out the window. I needed to be there the minute I got the call, but the 55 miles in between my destination and I laughs at my attempt to reach my destination in a timely manner and stretches on with no end in sight. Time is not my friend tonight. I feel the need to push the beast of a car as fast as it can possibly go bubbling up inside me, and I have to restrain myself with all my might. I am fighting a losing battle, I know, but still I try, knowing that I want to be there for this once in a lifetime moment. I had been waiting for this night for months, and now that it's finally here, I am in the middle of nowhere trying my hardest to get to where I need to be but not seeming to be getting anywhere.

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.

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,

What would you do for a klondike bar? Sorry, someone you’re in love with. They’re so easy to confuse. Both are something that you look for, and are excited when you find. Both are gone quickly, but are enjoyable while they last, and both are cold at first, but warm with time. Same difference. But only one of these things will ask you to fight your best friend to the death. Some might say that Benedick should have put his brother-in-arms ahead of his potential girlfriend, but as Claudio said, “Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.” Benedick was right to challenge Claudio, He loved Beatrice. he couldn’t have said no to her. Claudio was just someone he met in the war, the friendship wouldn’t have lasted anyway. Plus, marrying Beatrice would have solidified his social standing, while staying friends with Claudio wouldn’t have, Claudio wasn’t anyone important.

The first time Daisy saw James Gatz she knew she loved him. I remember her coming over to my house and telling me all about him. They met at a diner where he was a dishwasher. He saw her come into the diner multiple times but she was always with other people. One day she came in by herself and he got enough courage to go talk with her. Gatz’s shift had just ended so he sat and talked with her. They immediately clicked. He walked her home and James officially asked her on an official first date. Daisy called me and told me about him that night. She told me how good looking he was. She thought James Gatz was the one she had dreamed of marrying since she was a little girl.

Owning and operating a lodge can be a lot of work, but rewarding at the same time. Customers come to a lodge to relax and get away from their daily routine. When staying the night away from home, it is important to the customer that the staff at the lodge makes their stay as comfortable as possible. In this case The Grizzly Bear Lodge will be examined. It will look at the service they provide in addition to their expansion opportunities.

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.