What is love?

Rain.
Lightly tapping on your window,
whilest you sweat of heat,
in your bedroom.

Tears.
Falling down the cheeks,
of someone you hate,
more than anything.

Lightning.
Striking your heart,
from high above,
and nothing bringing it back.

Starving.
With one apple,
hanging on the highest,
branch of a tree.

Love.
Cotton balls,
and fluffy bunnies,
with sharp spikes.