At times I wonder if I’ve ever truly loved anyone
Other times, I believe I’ve loved many
Then I ask myself what is love?
I ask others what is love?
Some illustrate love to me with the imagery of a mother loving her child.
I counter that by the countless images of mothers abusing, neglecting their children
A mother’s love is the purest love, some would say
But the images of children abused at the hands of their mother – competes with that sentiment
Some people explain love with the imagery of a deity
But that often leaves me with so many questions that it fails to explain what is love.
I’m told that there are multiple types of love.
I wonder why are there so many types of love, if love is one thing
Perhaps that is why I cannot explain what is love
And I’ll never know if I’ve loved before.
Maybe I’m using the wrong approach and love is indeed inexplicable
Shrug…love, what’s that really?