William Shakespeare

what is love

What is love? 'Tis a question that hath been asked many a time, yet remains unanswered still. Is it a feeling that cannot be defined? A power that cannot be tamed? Or is it just a silly game of hearts? The poets have sung of love, the bards have written of it, but 'tis a concept as old as time itself, so what can we really make of it? Is it a passionate flame that burns with unquenchable desire? Or is it a gentle breeze that caresses the soul? Perhaps 'tis a combination of both, for love is both wild and tender. 'Tis a fire that burns with a fierce intensity, yet has the power to heal and soothe. Love is a feeling that warms the heart and gives us hope. Yet, love is a mystery that we may never solve, for it is a thing that changes with each passing day. 'Tis a thing that can bring us joy, but can also bring us pain. 'Tis a thing that can bring us together, but can also drive us apart. Yes, love is a strange and wondrous thing, one that we may never fully understand. But no matter what, 'tis a thing that we should never take for granted, for love is what makes life worth living.