Love?
What is Love?
Is it the feelings for others?
Or is it passion?
Is it the essence of life?
Or the root of all pain?
I know not what Love really is.
All I know is I feel it everyday.
That was the first part i came up with, and this entire thing was just random thoughts that went through my head. And they are supposed to go together.
Both pain and happiness.
But which one is the meaning?
Does anyone really know?
What if love is neither?
What if Love is just a Word?
A word can mean anything.
So why is this one so powerful?
I know not what love really is.
So what do you think, this is not supposed to be a poem.
What is Love?
Is it the feelings for others?
Or is it passion?
Is it the essence of life?
Or the root of all pain?
I know not what Love really is.
All I know is I feel it everyday.
That was the first part i came up with, and this entire thing was just random thoughts that went through my head. And they are supposed to go together.
Both pain and happiness.
But which one is the meaning?
Does anyone really know?
What if love is neither?
What if Love is just a Word?
A word can mean anything.
So why is this one so powerful?
I know not what love really is.
So what do you think, this is not supposed to be a poem.
