The one question ive been asking myself

What is love?

Is it the moonlit walks that give romance a name?

Is it that feeling of a fire building deeply inside?

Is it that butterfly that flutters when they call your name?

Is it the tears that flow down your face like a river?

Is it the shield that stops a bullet from piercing your skin?

Is it the choice to wake up everyday and say your feelings haven't changed?