We all have our own ways of describing love. I’ve always been drawn to this one. Perhaps it’s the idea of a secret sky…
This is love:
to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment,
First to let go of life
Finally, to take a step without feet.
—Rumi
looking up/looking down 
These are good words to be drawn to in describing love. Trying to describe love seems, to me, almost impossible.
That photo is like a Rothko… 🙂
You’re right, Marlish. The attempt is impossible, and a tiny bit heroic, I think.
David, yes! Lovely 🙂
Rumi! Swoon!
Oh yes, I agree, Annabel!