I almost forgot! I'm not sure what you've been reading, Saydrah, that has failed to describe love adequately -- but the following poem, sung by one lover about another, represents what I believe to be the greatest love story ever told in literature. The sentiment, "It was all worth it, for this," encapsulates love, and Tolkien (for of course it is Tolkien) does this more elegantly than aught else I've read."Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,
for ever blest, since here did lie
and here with lissome limbs did run
beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun,
Lúthien Tinúviel
more fair then mortal tongue can tell.
Though all to ruin fell the world
and were dissolved and backwards hurled
unmade into the old abyss,
yet were its making good, for this---
the dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea---
that Lúthien for a time should be."