What makes a thing - a thing?

Lost in the aesthetic of love
I ask
What is love?
and what makes a thing take on the moniker - love?
and what makes a thing engage in the act of loving?
Where does this act of loving commence?
I say
It is the ecstasy found in the exhale
in its measure, it can be equivalent to the magnitude of the inhale
but minus the neccessity and gain
What's found in love is a freedom
A freedom from who others want us to be
with the embracing of who we are and will be
and what a shared love is and can be:
forever undefined and forever in existence.