A "Substance" Called LOVE

One would think that loving someone would be the grandest and most beautiful thing in the world. It is, BUT, loving someone is also the hardest, most self-effacing and ardent things given us.  Especially if you REALLY love a person.  Loving a human cannot be rightly assumed a shallow, simple thing or without substance.  Human beings, in their very nature, release an eternal substance with their "person" and be it either love or hate... this "substance" shared does last forever.  Certainly the emotional pull and squeeze of such a 'substance of LOVE' is strongest when we are closest to it, or even closest removed from it, but like all things in shared relationships... TIME does very strange things to us.  

Loving someone also seems to come as a very divided thing.  That is, the quantities are balanced... divided and delineated.  There would be no one truthful who could say that they love "everyone" the same.  For of nature there is a specific quality of love shared with very exact measure to all we cross paths with.  LOVE is diverse and without limits in its nature and appropriation.  LOVE is a pure substance; whether we love much or we love little. 
Sometimes the MUCH is so right, and sometimes the MUCH is far too much!  While sometimes the LITTLE is so right and sometimes the LITTLE is far too little!  We must survey the substance we share and give it in all respects passionately.

As for the few we overflowingly LOVE... how rare, how capturing, how needful!!  Here the "substance" within our soul bubbles up and over our ability to rationalize it... and often our ability to contain the emotion of it below some safe and dignified surface.  But this... the wealth and the height of all our loves, is the LOVE which most matters, which most changes, which most inspires!
 
Like the magnificent mountain above, high and dignified, overflowing LOVE makes its own place in our emotion.  How do we determine who merits this?  How do we guide and direct such a strength?  LOVE; like LIFE; is not some tidy thing which a box doth keep... but a coursing force replenishing.  LOVE; like the sea... swelling, coursing, cresting... LOVE deep, full, crashing.  You see, if LOVE be not this, then it is not LOVE.