I Wonder About Love

I wonder what is love. is it the love for flowers , the rain and showers.. or love for something else? I wonder how is love. is it portrayed by guitars , drawn by winds then stars.. perfected by hours or decorated however else? I wonder why is love. is it reasoned by errors, to us blessings of ours.. or timid reason-less? I wonder when is love. in petals blooming arts, to hug enemies at wars.. or felt innate obsess? I wonder where is love. within me or apart, where does it start or does it belong confess? I dream again this love. musing bliss reverse, to me- you it rehearse or just vividness? If I ever color Love will I paint all the parts to fill another heart or leave it colorless? I wonder if I love will i learn of what- why, where, when and that. or just some happiness?