love concerto
at buttes montmartre
frederic baron’s “le mur des je t’aime” rendered inspiring spark
a tiled wall of 311 written “i-love-you” in 250 lingos park
got me pondering on the meaning of “love” mark
what do we mean by love?
is that a feeling of being needed and be thrown off the curve
but when it crashes, falling short of expectation, therefore best to swerve?
or is it something to unconditionally give and serve?
to whom and how is love displayed
or “there is no love, there is only proof of love” french poet jean cocteau said
a mother’s love, puppy love, romeo-juliet love, compassion for a stranger
when deprived of receiving and giving love, we become one lost lone ranger
per moliere, “et vivre sans aimer n’est pas proprement vivre”
ie “to live without love is not to properly live”
what’s love, where is love?
does it fall from skies above?
how do u know, how long can u stay on its turf?
to gary chapman, there’re 5 languages of love nerve
words of gratitude and affirmation
quality time manifestation
receiving gifts
acts of service uplifts
physical touch communication
plato’s love quote is my favorite
at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet
there’s john 3:16 God’s love 
paul’s 1 corinthians:13 love attributes
if i speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love,
i am…………………… only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
if i have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if i have a faith that can move mountains,
but have not love, i am nothing. if i give all i possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,
but have not love, i gain nothing……………………………………………………..
(shots from st eustache) 
love is patient,
love is kind. it does not envy, 
it does not boast, it is not proud.
it’s not rude, not self-seeking, 
it’s not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs. 
love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.
it always – protects, trusts, 
hopes, perseveres.
love never fails. but where 
there are prophecies, they will cease;
where there are tongues, 
they will be stilled;
where there is knowledge, 
it will pass away.
for we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.
when i was a child, i talked like a child, i thought like a child, i reasoned like a child.
when i became a man, i put childish ways behind me. now we see
but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.
now i know in part; then i shall know fully, even as i am fully known.
and now these three remain: faith, hope and love. but………………………..
the greatest of these is love.