Love

If I am asked, “what is Love?”,
I may answer, “It makes me a bae”,
As innocent as a dove and,
As ignorant as the LOVE itself.

Love is sweet and sour,
It doesn’t receive but pour,
It is always standing even when it is floored,
It is not like it is dump, it is just tough.

It challenges us and makes us strong,
Though we seem so vulnerable and prone,
It is actually one of the challenges to be strong,
Love to me is all.

Because of this, I give my all,
I pour out all that I have,
I want to be challenged and strong,
And I don’t want to be floored.