Scholars before me have attempted to define love but have failed,
Love is a paradox personified for it is a feeling that will ultimately end in heartbreak.
A feeling so great, it usurps all other feelings.
A selfish feeling that takes priority amongst all other feelings.
A voluntary feeling, yet it oppresses us of our own inferiority
Once gone, it’s a painful memory that makes it impossible to
Enjoy once what were those normal feelings.
Our hearts pinned and paralysed from forming any healthy relationships.
If love is great, then why does it squeeze us empty of all emotions?
Why does the future seem gloom after love?
If love conquers all, what conquers love?
Love is selfish. For we know it’s great yet love and sharing do not go together.
Why then shall we live on incapable of loving ourselves?
Love is an imagined state of feeling.
Love at its best, heals and cures
At its worst, it kills and self destructs
For as long you live, love will be an unresolved riddle, an anomaly in your head.
Love is not a means, it is an end.
An end to the being that is you.
An act of self denial but concealed in conspicuous ways.