THE FEET of people walking home

THE FEET of people walking home
In gayer sandals go,
The Crocus, till she rises,
The Vassal of the Snow—
The lips at Hallelujah!     
Long years of practice bore,
Till bye and bye these Bargemen
Walked singing on the shore.

Emily Dickinson

What is LOVE all about?

I have this picture pending for upload since a week. I wanted to write about what Love is really like? But I go blank everytime.

So how about all of you tell me what do you think love is all about? What is love?

Is it something real? or is it a fulfillment of our own insecurities in someone else? Or is it just attachment in time?