I never really understood what it meant until I found it, or rather when it became part of me -- to become one with someone you have deep feelings for and returned. It was not so much about the physical orgasm that accompanies the culmination of that physical intimacy -- we call sex between consenting individuals.

Long after the moment, you remember -- as much as the salmon remembers the stream of its birth. Etched into memory especially if consumated with one you love and the love was returned.

What it is, is not just what transpired before, during and after the deed was done. Or, the prolonged bliss even during the lull after the height of passion. Rather, from that moment on you see a future different from before.

What could be more beautiful than two people in love?

Long before this moment we have found and knew what love is. Felt in the comfort in the bosom of Mother, the security from the pat of Father and the bond that developed with a Sister or Brother. This too we love -- different forms of love.