What is love?

Here's a poem I wrote to define the strongest of emotions which is Love. The question like 'What is love?' should never be run out of answers. But love is, according to Jean Anouilh, above all, a gift of oneself. It is also best described by Louis de Bernières in his 'Captain Corelli's Mandolin' as a temporary madness that erupts like volcanoes and then subsides...what is left over when being in love has burned away....

'Tis the dewdrop sprinkled at dawn 
That wipes away the dirts of night; 
'Tis the quest ever has been 
Which often pawns a pleasant sight. 

'Tis the Windmill of a curious mind 
That grows so strong or weak at once; 
'Tis the song one freely sings, 
The sweetest moments in a glance. 

'Tis the secret one knows too well 
Yet cannot bear to expound upon; 
But life in it just solely dwells 
To build a throne under the sun. 

'Tis the struggle bound for the deep 
That plays the tune of sacred games; 
And all therein was worth the sought 
To find but pleasure or a claim. 

'Tis the justice all we've seen 
In everything, so pure and plain
But most of all love is 
A thing to keep, a thing to gain


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