What is Love?

What is Love?

Ah, let me weave a free verse tapestry of love,

Where words flow like rivers, unbounded,

Love, a kaleidoscope of colors,

An uncharted territory of heart and soul.

Is it a fleeting warmth, a fleeting glance?

Or is it the thunder of two hearts,

Echoing through the chambers of time?

A complex tapestry of laughter and tears,

Woven together in moments shared—

A whisper carried on the breeze,

A silent promise in the twilight glow.

Love may feel like a gentle caress,

it is also stings with the prick of longing,

A bittersweet taste on the lips—

It holds the power to unite worlds,

It shakes the foundations with longing's quake.

Not just a feeling, but a fierce devotion,

A storm of passion and a calm embrace,

It lingers in the spaces between heartbeats,

In the unspoken words that dance in the air,

A chemistry that ignites the mundane,

Transcending the ordinary into magic.

Oh, love is a riddle, a profound journey,

An exploration of tender depths,

Where vulnerability is strength—

A paradox that binds us, yet sets us free,

Rich with the hues of joy and sorrow.

So what is love, if not this endless quest,

An intricate dance of giving and receiving,

A fire that warms us through the darkest of nights,

A light that guides us home, unphased, undaunted—

An adventure, a dream, forever unending.