What is love? What does it create?

Is it a figment or pigment or the imagination? Or does it take form or shape?

 

Is it fulfilling? Is it depleting? 

Is it truthful or deceiving?

 

How do you define love?

Is it defining itself? 

Does it leave your heart broken? 

Does it equate to wealth?

 

Is it destructive? Is it healing?

How do you describe it’s feeling?

 

There is no way to define love: it’s as new and beautiful as a dawning spring yet it has it’s history.

It’s something that you cannot describe to others, because then you will ruin the mystery