Like an ill-defined category, love defies all descriptions,
Yet, everyone describes it.
Reserved for brothers.
Only for sisters.
Love for parents,
Special for fathers and mothers.
And romantic love,
For those we want to touch forever (and possess).
All of these loves and not special or separate,
Although we each have them in our own catalogs, albums and keepsakes.
For there is only one love.
One source of love.
A love indescribable.
Where we sit on our beach property and look out into it,
And realize we are nothing more than it as we enter.
An ocean of love. Where we are fully embraced. And connected.