"I do not only mean that every love affair is different from every love affair. I mean that love itself consists of not one emotion, but many. Just as a good coffee might smell of -- perhaps -- leather and tobacco and honeysuckle, all at once, so love is a mixture of any number of feelings: infatuation, idealism, tenderness, lust, the urge to protect or be protected, the desire to ravish, comradeship, friendship, aesthetic appreciation, and a thousand more besides.
There is no chart or code which can guide you through these mysteries. Some must be sought at the end of the world, and some in a stranger's glance. Some can be found in the bedroom and some in a crowded street. Some will burn you like a moth in their flames, and some will warm you with a gentile glow. Some will bring you pleasure, some will bring you happiness, and some -- if you are lucky -- will even bring you both.
The laugh of a woman, the smell of a child, the making of a coffee -- these are the various flavours of love."
--Anthony Capella, The Various Flavours of Coffee