Love is non-comparable,
It’s not the red balloon that you long for when you’re were five years old,
Or the sentiment you feel towards your dolls,
It’s the toys inside your box that you never played with.

Love is not a subject,
It’s not a chemical reaction that you learned in your chemistry class,
Nor an algorithm that you can figure out,
The problem that has no explanation is love,

Love is not a cinematic material,
It hits you like how a bat hits the ball,
It’s not a kiss in the rain,
Love is the time when you make up after an argument,

Love is not fictional,
It’s not the guy who has long brown hair,
Nor the lady who drinks coffee by the café window,
It’s the person behind this screen.