We all are an example of that love. We are filled with it. It is the whole part of who we are, and it never leaves us. But, we forget that fact as we travel through time, and view the self as someone who does not know what love is or how to find it.
We search everywhere for this feeling of connection; Love is an elusive entity that we see and sense around us, but we can't find within us since we are conditioned to look outside of the self.
The foremost reason for dis-ease is not remembering who we are. We believe we are not worthy of love. We attract fear and suffer the effects of separation simply because we do not love this self in physical form. We say, it's too big or small, too poor or wealthy; too ugly or beautiful; too sinful or hateful. Little by little we destroy our physical form, because we conform to the rituals of self-worthlessness. We don't love the self; that would be an act of conceit and egomania.
Guiraut de Bornelh explains love this way:
So, through the eyes love attains the heart:
For the eyes are the scouts of the heart,
And the eyes go reconnoitering
For what it would please the heart to possess.
And when they are in full accord
And firm, all three, in the one resolve,
At that time, perfect love is born
From what the eyes have made welcome to the heart.
Not otherwise can love either be born or have commencement
Then by this birth and commencement moved by inclination
By the grace and by command
Of these three, and from their pleasure,
Love is born, who with fair hope
Goes comforting her friends.
For as all true lovers
Know, love is perfect kindness,
Which is born- there is no doubt- from the heart and eyes.
The eyes make it blossom; the heart matures it;
Love, which is the fruit of their very seed.