February, the month of love they say,
Roses, Chocolates, and special days play;
But what is love, truly, I ponder,
And is it worth the joy and wonder?

Is love the gentle breeze on a summer's day?
Or the rainbow after rain's display?
Some say love is like the comfort of home,
Where peace resides, and hearts freely roam.

Yet love can also be harsh, like storms unkind,
With thunderous clashes, leaving hearts behind.
But amidst the chaos, hope still stays,
As we await the dawn of brighter days.

Love ebbs and flows, evolves over time,
A constant rhythm, like a river's prime.
Perhaps love is like that river's path to the sea,
Flowing where needed, forever free.
© Subhrashilroy