A budding writer's collection

Love

What is love?

Is it a feeling that fades,

Like the Moon that constantly evades.

Is it like the Ocean?

Boundless and deep,

Whose charm lies in it's depth.

I wonder, is it the night?

Beautiful in it's wake

but lasting only for a while.

One might say, it is like the Sun,

Constantly present but seldom felt.

What is love?

 Wonders my tiny little heart, 

unable to grasp the enormity of it.

But, at the end, love is love.

A single thread that weaves the entire world into a family,

connected through it.