Each and every Valentine’s Day, I recall a poem by screenwriter Samuel Hoffenstein that I learned in high school. It still makes me laugh:
When you’re away, I’m restless, lonely,
Wretched, bored, dejected; only
Here’s the rub, my darling dear,
I feel the same when you are near.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Gloria Bowman 
Oh yes, that is love…
Love is not perfect, but it accepts. Love is different to the eyes of the beholder. There are many aspects of love that are amazing — self-love, love of one’s parent or sibling, the bond/true love with our pets, I couldn’t live without love of a few very good friends. Love is never perfect, but when we feel it, we know it. xo