What is Love?

Love is such a simple word,
But yet such a complex feeling.
Full of misunderstandings, and wonder,
Pain, and it seems to always go under.
And yet we seem to need it,
Almost like food, used to fill a hunger.
Love isn't something you see at first sight,
And it's not something that can be born overnight.
It's something that takes time,
And friendships and memories.
Being caught up in lust is often mistaken,
But once you fall, so deeply head over heels,
You will never mistake that awful sin,
For a level of purity, and satisfaction.
Love is when you want to dance,
Underneath the streetlights, at three in the morning.
Love cannot be canceled or forfeited,
Because of weather, for love is not a game,
It's not something played under pressure.
It's not a board game either, taken out and played whenever.
It's not a battle, between right or wrong,
It's not something captured in a song.
It's a feeling to be cherished,
Till your old and gray.
Being in love, is a time that won't ever fade away.