I’m a nine-letter word and rhyme with perfection; I am yet another name for love. What am I?

Tiny diplomats who negotiate peace with giggles and cries, they arrive with no luggage but bring joy in bundles.

The smallest shoat cannot be cuddled, as it’s covered in thorny thickets.

You can't feel me when you're by yourself. Grab your friends, your family, Your coworkers, your neighbors as well Organize for a common cause Or even to enjoy the good vibes Your enemies can experience this, too Just, y'know, not with you

When you reach it, you've achieved renown. Once there, I'll admit there's nowhere to go but down.