What is Love?

Love. 

Have you seen it?

Do you know it?

What is it?

Where is it?

Is it the same as happiness?

Does it look like kindness?

Is it a gift?

Can it be shared by multiple people?

Why do some people intensely feel it

And others just don’t? 

Love. 

Do I love?

Do I love well? 

How will I know?

Have I been loved?

Have I been loved well?

How will I know?

Is love the truth?

The innocence?

The purity?

What is it? 

Have you ever had it 

then lost it?

Then did you ever have it?

I heard it could never be lost

But so many of us are searching for it

Have you seen it? 

Where did it go?

Can you describe it? 

Is love as blind as they say it is?

Does it have a language?

Perhaps a voice?

Maybe a face

A bow and an arrow with the correct address? 

Can it be discovered in nakedness?

Can two bodies connect their souls 

To make it?

I apologize for all the questions

I have been searching for love 

Last I checked it was broken 

And everyone who tried helping

to pick up its pieces is bleeding

They are searching 

for their hearts 

All they have is 

A dark space

Once occupied

By this beating organ 

Said to carry love

So I wonder, 

Whether wounded hands 

And missing hearts 

Can make love

And give it a home 

Love. 

What is it?