Love

It's not about whom you don't loathe kissing. It's not about whom you choose to take to your bed.
It's about whom you'd die for in an instant, whom you long to kiss, whom you care about like nothing else.
It's about who shows up in your dreams, who makes you happiest, who can't be hurt without hurting you.
It's about whose touch you crave, whose smile brings yours most easily, whose happiness means more than your own. It's about whose kiss makes you feel like falling, whose trust is most sacred, whose love is enough for you to live on.

As Shakespeare once said, "Love alters not when it altercation (fight) finds, or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever fixed mark, that looks on tempests, and is never shaken."
And,
"Love alters not with brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, no nor man ever loved."