I am in Love.
He is in Love.
She is in Love.
They are in Love.
She sings as if she is Love.
He talks to her as if he is in Love.
Jesus died for us because He was in Love.
And He stands on our behalf because He is still in Love.
She calls him always because she is in Love.
He dreams of her next to her because he is in Love.
She sleeps with him because she is in Love.
He does not sleep with her because he is in Love.
She thinks of him first because she is in Love.
He thinks of her always because he is in Love.
Juliet pretended to die because she was in Love.
Romeo committed suicide because he was in Love.
Juliet took her own life because she was in Love.
Yet, some people cannot define Love.
Yet, some people have their own definition of Love.
Yet, some people Love one for a second and Love another for a minute.
Yet, some people jump into Love, and wait for Love to tell them what Love is.
Love can be simple and Love can be complex.
Love can be black and Love can be white.
Love can be a pushing force, and Love can be a pulling force.
Love can be anything and Love can be everything.
Love can be a reason to Live and Love can be the beginning of death.
Love can be tabula raza, and Love can be a crowded painting.
Love…oh Love….Oh Love…
What are you?
Who are you?