Love is the elixir of life, the philosophers stone.
Love amalgamates two beings.
Love transcends description, it diminishes definition.
Love sublimates dreams and reality.
Love makes what is impossible possible.
Love inspires the un inspirable.
Love gives hope to the hopeless.
Love gives life to the lifeless.
Love heals the sick.
Love cleans the dirty.
Love provides a home for the homeless.
Love conquers fear.
Love elevates the senses.
Love feeds the soul.
Love quenches thirst.
Love divides possession.
Love defies limitation.
Love hinders emotional decent.
Love subdues time.
Love doesn't die.

Love cannot be faken,
And Love cannot be taken.
Love is not cliche,
Love is not over rated,
Love cannot be forsaken,
And Love cannot be mistaken.
Love cannot be created,
Love cannot be destroyed,
Love cannot be imagined,
Love is just impassioned.
Love cannot fade,
Love cannot slow,
Love cannot be controlled,
And Love cannot let go.

Love is a beautiful disaster.
Love is a perfect ending to a tragic beginning.
Love doesn't appeal to your senses, but appeals to the heart.
Love is not blind, we are.
If we are alone, it is only because we fail to see with our heart.
Looking for Love will only blind you.
Close your eyes, open your heart, and embrace Love.
Love cannot be seen with the eyes, but with the heart.

Love is not seasonal.
Love does not blow in the wind.
Love doesn't fall from the sky.
Love never asks why.
Love isn't planned,
And Love isn't spontaneous.
Love isn't original,
And love isn't predetermined.
Love is a gift with scary wrapping.
It growls and it hisses.
Most are just too scared to pick it up,
And even more scared to see whats inside.
Love is always in you, just don't be afraid of the scary wrapping.
Love is always here.

Love creates a world of eternal perfection, free of demonic infection.
Love isolates utopia, it personifies infusion.
Love connects two hearts, even when they're apart.
Love mystifies,
Love confuses,
Love imprisons,
and makes illusions.
Love is reflected through the eyes of a Lover,
the souls recognition point in another.
Love fails, only in conclusion, because Love never ends.
Love is... an endless beginning.
Love changes the world.
True Love never grows old.

It's like Love is a beautiful rose.
Love starts off as just a seed,
Love hindered cannot be seen.
Until it sprouts from the soil,
almost bragging to the world it's inevitable potential.
Then it blossoms, it is in a sense perfection.
It's at it's climax, the peak of it's life.
But then the world withers away at it's thorns which once protected it.
The world kills it,
It becomes buried in barren earth as it enters an eternal hibernation.
Unless of course, you buy those fake plastic flowers that are always in bloom.
They never die, they bloom forever.
Love is an eternal climax of emotion.
We should look at our Love as the fake flower.
Although Love is natural, you know the plastic flower will live forever.
the truth is in between these two.
Look upon your natural Love as if it were a plastic flower,
Then your Love will be in eternal bloom.
Is this Love, or am I infinitely dreaming?

I try and describe Love through a poem, but as I said before,
Love defies definition, it eludes description, it diminishes limitation,
Love transcends any audible utter of explanation.

Love is.. Endlessly Poetic.... but on the other hand....

If Love is bound to prosper,
and since Love transcends any audible utter of definition,
does that then make language useless?

If Love is the supplement of prosperous life,
does that then make our breath meaningless?

If Love eludes the grim inevitability of death,
does that then make sin abolished?

If Love subdues time,
does that make the time we spend together any less affectionate?

If Love hinders emotion,
does that mean that feelings are eternal?

If Love conquers fear,
does that make the butterflies in my stomach die?

If Love is the root of all that is good,
but money is the root of all evil,
how can we truly donate with Love?

If Love really isn't blind,
and we're together for a purpose,
does that make the signs we see pointless?

If Love makes living possible,
does that mean hate enhances the arrival of death?

If Love makes anything plausible,
does that mean that implausibility is non existent?

If Love is not a choice,
does that mean we cannot willingly Love out neighbors?

If Love truly spreads like wild fire,
then does that mean that Love has become invisible?

If Love really elevates the senses,
then have we all become blind?

If Love sublimates the soul,
then why don't you know what i'm thinking?

If Love actually amalgamates two hearts,
then why does mine beast faster than yours?

If Love divides possession,
then why aren't we all prosperous?

If Love is made perfect through imperfection,
then why do I feel flawed?

If Love is a light in the dark,
then why can't I see?

If Love has no folly,
then why am I confused?

If Love is bitter-sweet,
then why does it taste so sour?

If Love never dies,
then why am I even writing this?

Is Love a blessing, or a curse?