We think about it,
Dream about it,
Lose sleep worrying about it.
When we don’t have it,
We search for it.
When we discover it,
We don’t know what to do with it.
So we fear losing it.
It’s our source of pain and pleasure,
But we can’t predict,
Which one it will be form one moment to the next.
It’s a short word,
Easy to spell,
Difficult to define,
And impossible to live without…LOVE.
