more will make it's way.

How widespread is Love?
What is the difference between physical intimacy & a quick glance wherein two pairs of eyes meet? When the feeling is the same, does the action become relative? Moreover, is it easier to come to that feeling when the physical senses become intertwined? That would show need for caution, but it does not give definition to the point where Love mixes into one's reality.
If Love is quite this common, how does one not find themself in constant betrayal of promises they have made to another?
But does it work like this?
Could a person I have touched a previous night be simply a matter of stimulation to the senses? But if that is so, is not Love also a state of being in which you are within your best sensation?
Love can be pinpointed even within a full array of seperate emotions.
I can pinpoint it, but I cannot define it, or even place it's state of existence with any surety. This is not to say that it doesn't exist, rather that I cannot discover how to measure it.
If it is as happen-stance as a look of the eyes, how can any sort of accuracy be attained?
We are creatures of pattern that depend on change to exist in a linear state, but even that beautiful absurdity is outdone by the freeness of Love.
It is like a leaf that cannot be destroyed; it mixes freedom & grace within immortality, and becomes the everlasting observer to those whom it's path crosses.
But to mix with something so forever present is to either be forever free, or forever in turmoil.
How does something so momentary draw our minds into ideas of the future, or the past, wherein It itself does not dwell? Is this purely our downfall?
But in regards to our state of existence, how is this downfall anything but unavoidable?
The absurdity in how we set our mind to the before or the after in the hopes of finding the Present.

This is clearly something I do not yet understand.