The Spark

Is LOVE like a chewing gum? Which at first is sweet and interesting and all yummy, but then turns tasteless and just a plain irate in your mouth?

Is LOVE like the river? Flowing endlessly, ruthlessly over rocks and obstacles; disregarding anything through uncharted routes?

Is LOVE like the eagle? Soaring majestically the open skies come shine or rain?

Is LOVE an unread book? Or is it more of a blank paper? Where accolades and tribulations asplatter the pages in ink?

Is LOVE an emotion? A feeling? If it is, then why do we not express it the way of smiling, crying, and bashing?

Love is...
Love is the river that flows inside of me; that keeps me alive.
It rushes through my body in an endless rush.
Love is the eagle that strives amidst adversity.
Love is sweetness and bitterness of memories.
Love is spoken in languages hush;
in actions, it promises much.
Love is the colour of the seven sins.
Love is my cure; my medicine.

I Love Love Love Love.

Lights Out.