I had this piece come to me in a dream without a beginning,
but only with an end to record...

What's love: about keeping your word,
but not always knowing how it goes

What's love: as a purest scent by the intentions you
could smell, that not everyone knows

What's love: but a game; of sometimes being
an emotional sport

What's love: to a friend, as only a light promise to them;
while an enemy's revenge, is always kept by their word

And what's love meant to be, and how is it supposed to
be shown, if it just always remains a word?
  

                   ...I guess I'll never know.