Love looks like magic, just like any wondrous thing. And, like any wondrous thing, it is also fought for and carefully crafted by Skilled Hands.
Love is sleeping softly while the other waits patiently for fluttering eyelashes.
It is withdrawing to not hurt the other's heart when emotions stir wildly.
It is holding hands begrudgingly after an argument because the other is worth more than pride.
Love is a painted sunset sky with many depths of color, always surprisingly breathtaking, though we experience it each day.
It is laying your own wishes in the well and catching theirs to make them all come true.
It is silence between the walls, and it is singing from the rooftops, and it is whispers in the dark.
Love is everything.
It is the foundation of the dust that formed Adam in the Garden. It is the bone and marrow of Eve's extra rib.
It is limitless. It is us.