What is love?

Is it a a feeling or an action? 

Who can I love, who can I not?

Will love make you happy or make you cry?

Is it true or is it a lie?

She said she loved him and yet he cried.

He said she lied.

She said she loved another, perhaps his brother.

Smiles turned to frowns, sunny days covered in dark clouds.

Is love real in our world? 

Or is it just a figment of our imagination?