What is love but a fragmented mess.

Love a feeling so subtle and slight
creeping up like a thief in the night.

Love sends the most sensible man insane,
with its mess of pleasure and pain.

Love the topic on most peoples mind
constantly searching trying to find
a feeling of long lasting love.

Love a mystery even science cannot solve
it's always been there since man evolved.

So then to the question most pondered of all
what is love but a feeling so small

enlarged by the craving human mind
so easy yet so hard to find.

Love perhaps always a question almost never the answer.