Everyone wonders, everyone ponders
Everyone answers yet no one really knows
Is she natural, is she virtual or is she manmade
Is she just a concept, something thought out, something imagined or something that truly can be felt
Does she make us smile, does she bring tears or does she have her moments
Does she weaken or does she strengthen
Is she worth all the time and commitment
Even as I scribble down I know not what I write
Even as I ponder I know not what I think
But I certainly know it's a beautiful thing
Soft, gentle, fragile and warm
Some say she's great, some say she's for the feeble
Even the mighty need a little of her too
And yet we're all victims of her
We all want her, we all seem to need her
Do we deserve her bitter sweet touch
Or are we truly weak beings and simply seek solace in her conditional warmth
Perhaps it strengthens us but leave us more vulnerable
At one time or another we all tend to be spell bound by her
Everyone is heartbroken, no one is loved enough
Worth all the pearls yet cheaper than a dime
So mysterious yet so conspicuous
Writing this might not clear any doubts and might not shed any lights and certainly won't provide answers
Still the heart demands to be heard, to be understood and to be loved
So I still ask the unanswered question
What exactly is love?
