there aren’t kinds of love. love is love. there are only degrees of love. love is trusting, accepting and believing, without guarantee. love is patient and waits, but it’s an active waiting, not a passive one. for it is continually offering itself in a mutual revealing, a mutual sharing. love is spontaneous and craves expression through joy, through beauty, through truth, even through tears. love lives the moment. it’s neither lost in yesterday nor does it crave for tomorrow. love is now!