What is Love?

Most things can be explained

With a simple word or phrase.

Can be defined

With a sure frame of mind.

Professors ponder,

As their students wander,

In and out of all we can explain.

But what of that which we can’t?

What is love?

Is it just a feeling,

And therefore insignificant?

Or simply hormones,

And thus controllable?

What can possibly cause a man as much grief?

And never is it brief.

Making all feel like a leaf,

Floating,

Aimless,

Pointless,

Alone.

What is love?

That ever ebbing tide,

Ocean wide.

So easy to be lost in,

Yet so hard to find.

That thing of which

Poets dream,

Bards sing,

People long.

But for what?

Do they know?

What is love?