"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin. "Love is the beauty of the soul." --St. Augustine
What's written above it's true. I think you have to experience love to be able to prove that what has been said here it's true.
There's also another side of this definition which entails one of the partners to "fight" for love. Fighting, meaning doing almost everything to make her/his counterpart not just fall in love but to love him/her. It's not an easy task but those who have given up doing this might say that you can't push someone to love you.
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