Mi amo

tình yêu của tôi

my liefde

حبي

मेरा प्यार

mon amour

מיין ליבע

моя любов

האהבה שלי

il mio amore

saya cinta

mijn liefde

minu armastus

moje láska

moja ljubav

moja miłość

meine Liebe

dashuria ime

It means the same in any language. It can be the symbol of a heart. Or fancy letters. It can be a rose, or chocolate. A hug or a kiss. But it all translates into the same thing. 

Mi amo. My love.

But we have to ask ourselves, what is love, really? 

Thousands of songs are written about it, millions of poems and quotes. From the beginning of time people have been trying to figure out what it is, and to navigate the treacherous waters. Can anyone say they really know what it is? Have experienced it? 

There are lyrics to a song that goes: 

"What is love, 

baby don't hurt me, 

don't hurt me no more."

Does that mean that love hurts? That loving someone, or being loved by someone is painful? Or is it the removal of love that is painful? The possibility that someone will leave you, that the love will suddenly end?

Once you have loved, can it really end? Where does the love go? Does it just disappear? 

I wonder if

anyone has ever really loved another.

I wonder if

love really exists. 

Does love transcend time and space? Is love everlasting? Or is that just a myth? 

They say that the way you know that you are in love is when all those silly love songs suddenly make sense. 

I always thought, when you know, you know. You know? 

But what if you don't know?

What is love truly, mi amo?