what is Love? indeed, <br />what is it to Love? <br />how can one glance truth, <br />fight through the ingrained gloss <br />of magazine styled relationships, <br />of playground whispers, and <br />the emotion and incoherence of <br />youthful lust which oft <br />we mistake in teenage years <br />(and some throughout their entire life) <br />for the purest form of Love? <br />i have learnt, <br />in contra (it seems) to many of my peers, that <br />such Love is but the first flush <br />of raw, un-experienced hormone <br />played on forming mind. <br />so then, again, what is Love? <br />if after the span of all our years, <br />and the years of our fathers fathers combined <br />we are still searching for a truth, <br />an answer, <br />some Light on this one subject, which <br />utterly permeates our lives, <br />what chance have we <br />of ever finding such a goal? <br />or ever classifying this one truth? <br />or ever understanding this single thing <br />which ties us all together even if <br />we see it not ourselves? <br />perhaps the answer lies in this one fact: <br />no answer has been found, yet <br />Love still remains a central tenet <br />a defining feature of our nature, <br />of what it is to be human.<br /><br />Christopher Withers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-entangles-semantics/
