Love - what does that word mean, what does it comprise? Do we always recognise it when faced with it? Do we value it when we ought to do so? Do we squander it when it is too easily given? Do we ever understand until it has left us and we are left to question - why? Why? Why? Does it ever leave us entirely - I don't believe so. Love is eternal, love bears all wrongs, love gives of itself until it has nothing more left to give and then..... love immolates and is..........gone. But then, what would I know?