Unintelligible Susurration


What is Love?


Is love
An object of interest
So intense
It ruptures the heart
To insanity?

Is love
A being who
Slits their own flesh
Conspicuously
In the midsts of midnight?

Tell me
What is this love you so fondly speak of?

Love is untouchable
Love is in the mind
Love is not a person nor thing

Love is...
The beating of one's heart so rapidly
You dare to risk everything
Even take your own life

Submitted: Saturday, June 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013
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  • Heather Wilkins (6/5/2013 9:48:00 AM)

    a great write on love. Love is many things, sometimes hard to explain. Makes men to crazy things. (Report) Reply

  • Vizard Dhawan (6/1/2013 11:46:00 AM)

    love is the purest soul that makes us divine and be blessed with love and hope the world will be your
    great write (Report) Reply

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