What is Love?

Love is like a delicate flower blossoming in the spring time. Passion is in the air as the sweet sounds of a symphony playing in the wind. A knock at the door, Who could it be? Butterflies swarming in my stomach and my heart begins to race. Could this be love or could this be lust? I begin to wonder and ponder as the smell of fragrance of Jazmine was in the air catching me off surprise. Could this be fate? Lingering and waiting for the time to come as time stood still. What could this be? How could this be? Scared of the unknown and the outcome of it all. Such bitter sweet sorrows Cupid decided to take a big toll with my heart striking it with it's arrow. Wanting more and craving for more. The excitement grows bigger and bigger by the minute. One last time I ask thy self... What is the true beauty of love? Wanting to hold, wanting to kiss, wanting to love thy one another to become one, to become one flesh to walk the earth hand in hand. For love can conquer all and any obstacle that may try to come in the way. But nothing is far by more beautiful than the beauty of undying everlasting love.