...turn and face the strange...
It's a mindset, you see?
A kind of being in love with the world, being in love with being in love, love as a state of being.
Being, as in being caressed by the air, by the rays of the sun, the gaze of the stranger next to me.
Love, as in I love my porno hair, and I love more that other people love my hair, and I'd keep it for them even if I thought of cutting it for me.
(And when he reached out and took a strand of my hair, rubbing it between his fingers, it is little surprised I am that he took also a piece of my heart.)
Love is, yes, my favorite verb, laughing and kissing following, not always in that order.
This satisfies at least one of those.