Love

Love is….


We make sense of love
As if it was something up there
Waiting to be deciphered
Love isn’t something
We all fall in,
Like Gravity.
Gravity is different,
it follows laws.
it has limits.


Love is lawless,
as the criminal will tell you.

Love is something that brews within us
A coffee-man would say

Or something that makes poetry out of words
Ah! a writer’s opinion?

Love lubricates our existence
The plumber proclaimed.

Love intoxicates us like drugs
The neuroscientist asserts

We need to build on it
Contends the rational engineer

While the country clown
Says love is ‘laughing together’

The melancholy would
have love as a stream of sadness

The elites,
They don’t believe in love

The romantic told me
Love is life itself.

My grandfather knows
It is companionship for life

I agree.