Love is...

Love is...

Love is a kiss on your forehead....

(Imagine a close up of a mother giraffe kissing her young.)

Love is sharing a laugh with a friend...

(Imagine two children, covered in bubbles, in a bath, laughing.)

Love is hello...

(A naval officer kissing a woman passionately)
 
Love is holding on...
 
(A selfie, using a mirror, a man holding the camera and his bald wife)
 
Love is forever...
 
(A man kneeling on the ground, leaning on his wheelchair, propsosing to a woman)
 
Love is trust...
 
(A child cautiously gives a snack to a soldier.)
 
Love is unbreakable...
 
(A mother kisses her daughter on the day of her wedding.)
 
Love is new beginnings...
 
(A woman's bare abdomen, full withchild, his and her hands upon her stomach)
 
Love is being present...
 
(A person, unwell in bed, surrounded by women in chairs sharing coffee and conversation)
 
Love is family...
 
(Two sisters hold hands)
 
Love is sweet...
 
(Two bears with their arms around one another) 
Love is light..
 
(Hearts amongst light bulbs)
 
Happy Valentine's Day. 

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