What is Love? A rhetorical question.

I have always asked myself about love.
I do not easily believe, and I do not easily agree.
So they say love is a four letter word which is said to a companion, or someone you gladly adore.
Love is just an illusion cultivated by a lie, which revolves around an ultimatum of a verdict.
I always threw the word just to please the receiver.
The feeling of being cultivated by a muse, draws attention to imagery and covers pain. There is no way to lighten a sombre heart but to say the right words.
I always believed that he said the right words just to fit it in the theme.
I was hurt by the way he just did not care, until I learnt to understand where he is coming from.
Love is a four letter word which you can never accept with pessimism.
Time heals all wounds and distance creates understanding and gives way to trust.
Isn't trust all that it takes?
What difference would it make if the feeling was not mutual?
Do you have to be loved in order to love?
Worse part is having to choose between the heart, that clearly states what it wants and the mind, which sends you signals on the outcomes.
Nothing hurts more than to love someone and can never express it.
What is the use of a universe without a sky.
I wish that you can take my hand and I will help you explore all the splenders of the creature you only know by name, Sinothando.
He is all that the heart ever wanted and all that the mind desired.
What is a present without a future?
We may be quick but we could never be close enough to own a title.
He can be all that I want but I can never be good enough to meet his expectations.
It would be great to look into his eyes, and let his feint hazel pupil tell me his story, but I am too afraid that it would be too sophisticated for a tired mind.
He believes that love is revealed in a short amount of time but I beg to differ, love is incestuous.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain that is the soliloquy of love.
I fear love and affection because I am afraid of becoming a whore and unpacking my heart with words.
He does not look like a deceiver but eyes are.
He says all that he can to make me believe but the rest is silence.