Love* is a funny thing.
It cannot be measured,
yet it is.
It cannot be seen,
but it can be observed.
It is felt,
but not by any of the 5 senses.
It is all of them and none of them.
It is night and day; past, present, future
all rolled into one.
It is everything, but nothing.
It exists outside ourselves
yet it is a human construct.
*Or is it?