What is Love?

What is love?

A feeling?

An action?

Both? 

Or is it pure imagination or desire,

Of  what it would feel like to be seen,

To be appreciated,

To be accepted,

To be...absolutely free...

Free to be,

Entirely you, me, we...

Without any inhibition,

Without any fear,

With no masks nor facades,

No walls, or may be much lower than what the rest of the world sees,

Is love vulnerability or strength?

Or is it both in perfect or imperfect balance?

Is it endurance or perseverance or patience?

But wait...if that is so,

Up to what point?

Or perhaps it's weakness and meekness?

Hmmm...

Does one continue to pour out,

And release that which they perceive to be love unlimitedly?

What happens when the taps run dry?

Wouldn't that be too much?

What if there is no reciprocity?

Or is that the way it's supposed to be?

Wait...

Is that the mystery of it all?

And what if how we give it and receive it...

What we perceive it ,

How we present it or experience it to be

Is absolutely, positively different...

Does that still count?

Does love really still exist?

Real love, true love that is...

Beyond the romantic stuff,

Beyond the flittery - fluttery feelings,

The real stuff...

The sure, undoubting love that's secure,

Does love still exist,

With you, me, we?

Hmmm...