No one truly knows what love is—
not in words,
not in definitions.
It’s not something you can hold,
or explain,
or measure.
But everyone feels it.
In a glance,
in a touch,
in the silence between two heartbeats.
Love is the warmth that lingers,
the ache that stays,
the joy that blooms without reason.
It’s invisible,
yet undeniable.
Mysterious,
yet familiar.
And maybe that’s the beauty of it—
love doesn’t need to be understood
to be real.
