what is love?

a poem written for a close heart to my heart but never got the chance to tell but only thorugh a poem i'm able to ask.

What is love?

“Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds or

 bend with the remover to remove,

it is an ever-fixed mark that is never shaken.” 

-William Shakespeare Sonnet 116

Are you man enough to take care of this

 beautiful feeling called love? 

 If you let them take it away by force without

fighting for it then you are not man enough. 

Will you let it grow to develop

into something big and strong or

you are just going to let them destroy

it without passing it on? 

 I wonder what would make you do that! 

Is love really an ever-fixed mark? 

If so, then why do you let me suffer? 

 Why do we suffer because of it? 

 Is it to prove that the love we share is

not bonded with stability? 

Why can’t love be authentic? 

I don’t know, tell me. 

If you really and only if you care and love,

 you would never let my heart cry tears of blood for love;

instead you would show me the true meaning of love!!!

Author's Note

i wrote this in a very sad moment please be sympathetic by politely being honest.