An earful keeps you going for life.
Love is a delight.
Of delicious aromas and pungent smells.
Love is where silence speaks volumes.
Eyes the true window to soul.
Love is doomed from the beginning.
Expectations paving the way for destruction.
Love is optimism personified.
The glass always appearing half full (of warm soothing amber coloured honey ).
Love is a pessimist’s heaven.
The glass always half empty( of poison).
Love is a boon.
It saved the human race, fierce competition aside leaving space for humanity and humility.
Love is a bane.
An opiate which can leave you feeling high for days, months and years.
Love is a safe cocoon.
Shielding you from harsh reality engulfing you in its kind embrace.
Love is cold-blooded.
Mercilessly breaking hearts which can never be whole again.
Love is a fresh flower.
Wafting its fragrances far and wide.
Love is effervescent.
Perking up sad, sorry days where it’s the only bright spark.
Love is doldrums, sad and static.
Where it’s not love at all but a heady infatuation.
Love is eternal.
Forever and unending, binding until death comes knocking.
Love is in the moment.
The moment is all you have, instantaneous and fleeting.
Love is selfish.
Throbbing with desires and wants.
Love is selfless,
where the I has dissolved.
Love is the light of a thousand shining suns,
gleaming and illuminating the vast empty canvas of life.
Love is the pitch black of the night,
no one in sight,inky blackness all around.
Love is a feeling, a state of mind.
A tender touch, a shared moment, a life together.
Waving off all definitions
Love just IS.
eternal oxymoron 