"On the contrary, when used in terms of love they become antonyms. Love is a feeling, an ethereal sensation, a flow of fragrant breeze that can be stored in any form shape or colour. It is a current that creates magnetic fields that differ from a person to person and from thing to thing. The feeling of love for a mother is different than for the father, a sister, and a brother, likewise it is variant in case of sons and daughters. For a lover it is completely divergent. If it is honest and pure it remains a longing that never ages and if it is wild and lustful it becomes a desire that generates the urge of fulfilment devoid of sense and consequence and it dies off sooner than it is felt in shame and dishonour."