Forms of Love?

This post has nothing to do with disability,
even though I know it affects my way of thinking at times.
It's hard for me to rationalize this one in my head,
but I believe that there are different forms of love.

I find myself saying it often, and I know, probably too much to some, but
I think it's true.
I've been trying to wear my heart on my sleeve and not hide it as much,
but when I hear others telling me to avoid saying how I feel, it's strange to
convince my brain.