What is love?
Does anyone person know?
Or is it learned
Perhaps even earned
To know it in the truest form
Love expands more than Romance
Mabey we all learn
Love at a young age
Love for friends
Love of Family
But by and by
The worlds' view
Gets in the way
Twisting love
Into romantic fate
I suppose to know love
It takes two
You and someone
Love can grow
As the days go on
Love is eternal
So the time has no grasp
Of love and its the purest form
We might not know real love
In our mortal form
Only understanding a fraction
Of its eternal form
We love
In many ways
I think it is instinct
I think I was wrong
It is not all learned
Never earned
To love is natural