Is Love really a feeling?

Being in love feels oh so good. It has a feeling all on it's own.
Love makes us laugh and sometimes it makes us cry
When love comes knocking at our door, what do we do? WE jump to it because why? We want that feeling, the feeling of being wanted and desired.
When your partner loses that feeling then what do you do? Cry, or laugh?
Was it real or was it fake?
How do you know? Did he lie to you? Did you lie to him? Or is our judgment so clouded we don't see straight, cause all you know is you want that felling, the feeling of love. What is love? Do we really know? Or do we care? All we know is we want that feeling to never ever end.

This was my first poem ever written on line.

Felicity