Does one simply know what love is?
Is it truly meaningful?
Or is it just another thought in the back of our heads
that some of us brush off our shoulders like nothing.
While for others it consumes us, drives us, so what exactly is it.
Can it actually be considered more than just a simple feeling
because that might not be possible for some of us.
For few love may be a playful game, a physical pain,
or a simple walk in the park.
But for others it is their life, their work,
their commitment, not necessarily for just a special someone,
but it could be for whatever, or whoever;
an obsession for anything, a person, a place or a thing.
Because for some, love is more than a feeling,
it is a life’s work of
pleasure, heartbreak, and happiness.