The love...well what is love?

Love, tis the object which we all reach our lives out for.

It's causes fuss,and uses energy, it is the greatest chore.  

We have all heard fables, of love by birth till death.

It's in our lives, our soul, even  our littlest of breaths.

What is love? Is it a mere figment of our mind?

Is it as truly as wonderful, blissful, and or as kind?

I've pondered amongst many thoughts and know the answer.

Love is the excitement in our hearts when we see their face.

Love is the feeling you get when they take you to a special place.

Love is what gives you jitters just to simply think of her/her.

Like, love, hate, nothingness, I can not ever be sure.

Of which is what, and how to tell.

Oh, all my thoughts had simply fell.

But to chase for love, I would never do myself.

To sneak around to see them,and being very stealth.

It should be equal, or even fate for it to be truly right.

But then again, when in love you will forever lose your sight.

You can not see right from wrong, or even you.

I am not lying, I'm there so it is often true.

I can never say I have had a kiss, or even a hug.

Or embraced in his arms, all warm and snug.

So whatever you take, just ask "what is love."

You may come with answers higher than heaven above.

For me, love is a ghost, it's there in your heart, you can not touch, see, smell, or touch it.

So go on with your days, filled with love or hate which ever you choose. Just do not ere throw a fit.