What Is Love
What is love?
Love is just a state of mind,
We enter it as if we’re blind.
Love is death love is life,
Love is trouble love is strife.
Love is something we cannot see,
Yet from love we cannot flee.
Love is the reason for life itself,
Sometimes we leave love on the shelf.
Love is the very air that we breathe,
Love is something that we bequeath.
Love is happy love is sad,
Love can sometimes drive us mad.
Love is seldom easily explained,
Sometimes solid and sometimes strained.
Love is distant love is near,
Sometimes obscure and sometimes clear.
Love is funny love is sad,
Sometimes good and sometimes bad.
Love is simple love is plain,
Sometimes mad and sometimes sane.
Love is black love is white,
Sometimes wrong and sometimes right.
Love is cold love is hot,
Sometimes hidden but not forgot.
What is love?, I hear you ask.
To answer this would be a task.
For just as love is not constrained
Love just cannot be explained.
Copyright © Mike Quinn | Year Posted 2014
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