Love, Love, Love. I hear about love, but I do not see love. I ask about love, but no one tells me exactly what is love. Now you answer me, love.

What are you, love?
Are you gentle or harsh?
Are you real or fake?
Are you selfish or selfless?
Are you an action or word?

What are you, love?
Do you exist or dead?
Do you see or blind?
Do you accept or ignore?

What are you, love?
Are you proud or humble?
Are you crazy or sane?
Are you in the heart or mouth?

What are you, love?
Do you kill or give life?
Do you heal or hurt?
Do you mend or break hearts?

What are you, love?
Are you magical or powerless?
Are you lovely or plain?
Are you for everybody or nobody?

What are you, love?
Do you revenge or forgive?
Do you give or take?
Do you care or careless?

What are you, love?
Are you sweet or bitter?
Are you joy or sorrow?
Are you rest or torment?

Tell me, love. Nobody no longer understands you. Today you are black tomorrow you are white. Today you make us laugh tomorrow you make us cry. Today you are kind tomorrow you are cruel. You are not what we used to know, you are not what we are told, you are not what we expect. SO, WHAT ARE YOU, LOVE?

© Francis Bassie