*my true definition of love*

love,
seen in different eyes,
with very different sighs,
to one as cold as ice,
to some as hot as spice,
but,
to answer to love,
is to have loved,
and be loved

love,
it pulls people together,
it tears people apart,
it taste the sweetness of honey,
it taste the bitterness of bile,
it is the beauty of autumn,
the heat of summer,
the joy of spring,
yet the solemness of winter

love,
it leads and brightens the path,
yet it darkens your ways,
love can enlighten,
the way it blocks,
love can heal,
the way it hurts,
it can be the ocean,
yet a crumbled rock

love,
it flows through time,
ignorant of space and death,
as a river flows,
as the blood flows,
yet as the river flows by rain,
and as blood flows by heart,
love will end,
yet it seems to last

love,
love is forgiveness,
yet is hatred,
as it is holding on,
yet letting go,
as it goes on,
must it stop,
to know love,
is to have enjoyed love,
yet to have been hurt by it

love,
full of betrayal,
full of strength,
the bitterness of love,
through change and time,
unlikely to sway,
yet chnanging like the weather,
to know love is to have cried for love,
is to have died for love,
but yet survived because of love

love,
as we know not ourselves,
we may not know love,
the greatest gift to men,
yet the worst condemnation,
this is love, true love,
the secret of ethernity