What is love...?

In the tapestry of hearts, a question does weave,

A query profound, yet simple, we believe.

What is love, in its myriad forms?

A dance of emotions, where each heart warms.

First, there's the ember, burning within,

Self-love, the foundation where passions begin.

A gentle embrace, a whispering voice,

Cherishing oneself, the ultimate choice.

Friendship, a tapestry woven with care,

Kindred spirits, a bond so rare.

Through laughter and tears, the ties grow strong,

A melody of camaraderie, an enduring song.

Family, the roots in life's fertile ground,

Love bound by blood, forever profound.

Through highs and lows, a steadfast embrace,

A sanctuary of love, a comforting grace.

Romance, the ballad of hearts entwined,

A dance of souls, in unison designed.

Passion's fire, a spark that ignites,

Love's sweet journey, through days and nights.

A love universal, compassion's embrace,

Extending beyond, to every living trace.

For the world is our kin, and love is the key,

A tapestry woven for all to see.

So, on this day of hearts, let us reflect,

On the many hues of love, so perfect.

In self-love, friendship, and bonds untold,

Love's grand story, forever unfolds.

♪♫♪ Baby don't hurt me ♪♫♪

Love is the seventh sense, that destroys the other six senses, and makes a person nonsense.