What Is Love

Once there was this fantasy, where we could escape and make the
world our own. That tiny flicker of imagination, just that tiny feeling
of love. That was it. That was love. That quick flicker. It didn't last
long enough to feel or decide whether I liked it. It came and went,
just as a wave would crash, within the blink of an eye. Just the
tiniest flicker.
Confusing me, tempting me, abusing me. Making me crave for more to
decide whether I want it. Just what is love?
A question that must have been asked so many times before but never
answered. Yet people still believe they feel it. Love sick teenagers
with mixed emotions- pure puppy love. Mid life adults still craving for
the little bit of love they've always wanted.
But still, nothing comes of the wanting, the hurting, the needing
inside them. And so they wait and wait for the candle in their hearts
to be lit, but never does this happen, for what is love?