What is love?

Love causes hate. Love ignites us to discriminate between dream and real. Make us feel like we ain’t worth ****. Throw a fit. Get lit.

Love is resentful. Eventful. You fight only to make up but live through threat of break-up. You fight for love and love to fight. It helps everything feel right. Is that love? Don’t ask me. I can’t judge you and your story. But I can dream and I can feel.

What is love?

I ask, what isnt? Is it just me? Can it be, that my family is marching towards eternity while I evade and fade into the distance? Did I miss it? Am I uplifted?

My mind wanders while my head ponders and the thought never leaves.

You asked what is love? I said, what isn’t? It’s a tree in the distance. It’s a wedding ring on clearance. It’s big. It’s small; makes us fall head over heels. Makes us feel what’s real. Makes you think a different way. Makes you stay who you are. Not far from love but far from fear. What is love, my dear? Love is shared. Love is felt deeply, though the path treads steeply.

No rectification is beyond justification. If you feel exuberation, manipulation is beyond contemplation.

You get it?

You asked What is love? I told you what isn’t. Though underneath you, you never knew. The feelings felt were unexplainably true.

You asked What is love? You already knew. What, is love.