Love; a Noun.

 Since I am obviously the master of love and have the most experience you've ever even heard of in the love subject; I will dispense all of my secrets about it now.



I Have No Idea.



Love is an emotion. Love is a black hole? Love has no end.
We've all heard the Yatta-Yatta from T.V. shows and movies and books.
But do we really know ourselves?

As stated in the dictionary:

1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.

3. sexual passion or desire.

4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.

5. used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like: Would you like to see a movie, love?

Who decided all that. Can we really expect to be able to define an emotion?

It's all so subjective.

Maybe we're supposed to interpret passionate feelings in a bad way, something we should stay away from.

Maybe Love was never meant to be pleasing but the bodies natural sign to run away, or hide.

Maybe love was never intended to be pleasant.

Love is the weed sticking out of the crack in the driveway, no matter how many times it dies, it will always grow back.

Love is the season of Summer, always to short, and perfect.

Love is getting mugged.

Love is a brier patch.

Love is a plane with one engine left, on the left side.

Love is a boxing match(with yourself?)

Love is an oak tree.

Love is black ice.

Love is my zipper.

Love is the knife drawer.(and yours too)

Love is a domesticated wolf, living in your house.

Love is a thumbtack.

Love is a film camera.

Love is The city of Atlantis.

Love is a bag of potato chips.

Love is a black guy?

Love is a potato

Love is an empty street corner.

Love is a rusty scrapyard.