What is love?
A question that had loomed inside my head
Like a ghost in search of redemption.
Some say it is the care for another,
Without ends, just for being together.
Some say it is a feeling
Blind enough to fool your own being.
Some say it is a medicine
That can heal any wounds you have ever seen.
But some say it is a wound,
That will sting if not reciprocated,
For the rest of your life,without fail,
Sorry, you wont be able to bail.
I wonder if there is something like true Love,
That would last forever without shove.
For love is even seen fading with the test of time,
And at times, your love be rewarded with the pest of crime,
That pulls away and rip off your heart,
Tearing it into pieces apart,
And you would be lost,
In the moments worst.
Remember love can be a deadly weapon,
A slow poison, unseen obsession,
A shadow that haunts you,
A chain that binds you,
Beyond any label, a grey zone
Beyond my understanding, a black hole.