You ask: What is love?
Ha! Love is nothing,
…the bitterness of coffee lingering on your tongue;
The toxic nectar that urges you on.
…the transparent arrows of the stingy rain
That hit you when you stay out and dance.
…the senseless pit where alcohol pushes you
That you have chosen as your dwelling-place.
…the momentary pleasure of chocolate
That flees and leaves an everlasting mark.
…the heat of the August sun that scorches your face,
A yearlong desire for a few fleeting weeks.
…the whiff of tobacco that scratches your nose
And gives you comfort when despair strikes.
…a perpetual school where lessons are soon forgotten.
And exams are failed and always retaken.
…the dreams of freedom behind a prison door
That you fasten with the key in your hand.
This is love.
The greatest force on Earth, no more.