What Is Love?

What can be said of mysterious love?
What is it about? Is it good or bad?
Is it like a hawk, or more like a dove?
Is love a happy thing, or is it sad?

Many have lost love and died of its pain,
Yet the people still seek it endlessly.
Many have found love but gotten no gain,
Yet do the same action repeatedly.

What is it of love that makes us so dumb?
What is it that blinds the hurt from our eyes?
Why is it that losing love makes us numb?
Why is it that the average person tries?

The answer is quite simple, if you think.
Love is what keeps us away from the brink.

((Know that this is a poem I was commissioned to write based on this theme and in this style, so if you don't like it, I don't blame you.))