My comment on a Michael D. Nalley thread, Heart Start, which lead me to this poem:

"There are those who refuse to distinguish between lust and love. I totally accept that lust is almost entirely a physical, possibly chemical reaction. However, to deny love is to narrow ones own possibility for existence. You might just as well deny one's ability to self-effectuate, or even to find true purpose in life.

For me, love can be broken down into two types:
For most people, love is accepting a partner that you will at worst tolerate, more often, partner with, and at best grow with.
For a few people, love is substance. Love is the imperceptible Communication that occurs between rare people. It is the Knowing the other person soon after you meet them, in a way that you do not know even your closest friends. Extremely lucky people are able to combine this experience with lust. In these rare instances, when the lust has worn off, there is a lifetime of substance ahead."

This is a beautiful poem reflecting very deep wisdom