What is love?
Is love just something I like … a lot?
Or is love that inward feeling of passion?
Is love really kind?
Is love really patient?
Is love even love?
Is love only shown with physical affection?
Or is it shown in the passion I have for the sports I play?

Can I love even if the same love isn’t given BACK!?
Is love just a left out lesson from pre-school
That was hopefully re-introduced in first grade?
That was supposed to be re-iterated in fourth grade?
That by middle school was already expected to be known?
That by senior year was the very facet of my reality that caused me not to see?
Figuratively
Heartless

Is this love A choice?
Can it be real
How come it’s not tangible?
How come I can walk into a room and feel so alone?
The hate, the judgment, the stereotypes, buried down my throat!!?
Is this love!?
Is love a choice?
Or is true love unconditional?

Love can be simple but yet so complicated at the same time
Love can be blind to circumstances, beliefs, outward appearances
They say love is kind But who is the Judge?