SO, WHAT IS LOVE

Screams, Crying, Deaths, Pain and Torture:
What wouldn’t do we for our love?
Just like a mother baby nurture
Would suffer all for the above.

We’re all so different and scared,
Have luck in life; are poor or rich.
Someone of us already married
Some nice, some ugly, someone’s witch.

So, what? You probably would say.
The point here I’m trying reaching
No matter who, and what’s the day
We all have heard what love had preached.

We all have loved, have been beloved,
Fought for our loss, and just like cuffed,
When hearts were broken only pain
Was left inside from which to gain
The strength were we, to gain there be
And also, lesson was to be.

So, what is love: our endless gain?
Infinite loss, not ending pain?
Is that a blessing from above?
Or most endurable and tough
A trial, a punishment may be,
For ignorance of people thee.

These feelings deeper than the universe,
Pain sharper than of sharpest knife;
And moments, full of silent loneliness:
That all is love, just thing of life.

Amazing thing, it’s simply magic:
Two people seeing nothing visible
From not existent - feeling tragic
And feeling pain from the unfeasible.

When there’s love, there are no limits,
No words too strong, no love too much.
One’s saddest days, the lowest spirits,
The love can cure just as such.