William Shakespeare

What is love

What is love? 'Tis a question that has been asked since the dawn of time. Is it a feeling of joy, or a feeling of sorrow? Is it a thing to be sought after, or something to be avoided? Is it a force of nature, or a force of will? Is it the cause of all happiness, or the cause of all strife? Verily, love is a strange and mysterious thing. 'Tis a thing that can be both a blessing and a curse, a force of nature and a force of will. It can bring us joy and laughter, but can also bring us pain and sorrow. It can make us do things we would never do, and it can make us feel things we would never feel. Love can be both a blessing and a curse, a force of nature and a force of will. It can be the source of all our joy, or the source of all our strife. It can bring us together, or it can tear us apart. It can make us do things we would never do, and it can make us feel things we would never feel. Love is a mystery. It is something that can be both good and bad, something that can bring us both joy and sorrow. It can be the source of all our joy, or the source of all our strife. But one thing is certain, love is a force to be reckoned with, and it can never be taken for granted.