What is Love?
Is it an instinct or a natural phase of life?
Does Love have a scientific explanation to why it occurs?
Why do some people find Love yet others do not find it so?
Would a natural phase of Life not occur to everyone like growing up does?

 

What is Love?
Is it the increased beating of the heart when seeing a particular person?
Love; is it based on kisses and hugs?
Is Love the enjoyment of the company of the certain person?
Or is Love the heat of the moment, wrapped up all in those sheets?

 

What is Love?
Many people claim everyday to be in Love, yet what exactly is Love?
Is there no definition of Love? Is it the feeling of infatuation with that certain one?
The longing to hug that individual, the longing to kiss, the longing to own that one; would that be called Love?

 

Love;
is it as described by those Love forlorn poets and writers nothing but a heart breaker, or as described by those claiming to be in love a gift from god?

 

What is Love?
An obsession, an infatuation, an irresistible devotion, a longing, a wish, a craze, a worshipped, an overboard adoration.
Which of these is exactly the true meaning to Love?

 

What is Love?
A thousand secret promises, a thousand broken hearts, a thousand unfulfilled wishes, a thousand Lies.
A game that two people play, a secret craving for each party, a burning passion, a covert rendezvous between two people.

 

Love;
does it fade in time?
Does it stay true through the years as those lovers whisper into each other’s ears that they would?

 

There are two sides of the coin.
Which is the true nature of Love? When we walk down each other’s path, would we one day forget each other?
Perhaps we would, perhaps we would not.

 

A/N: I don’t think this is really a poem.