Love

Emotions, thus attachment, Four letters, yet a powerful trait. Love—a mystery, still a puzzle, No one seest the source. Feelings, though unknown, comest upon, An unplanned happening, yet manifest. An abstract, yet with boundless control, And none hath the power to unlove nor determine. Invisible it is, yet deeply felt, It speaketh not, yet echoeth loudly. Neither the gift of one, but meant for all, Not by class, position, nor age—but by feeling. Love, a truth, no fiction nor illusion, Yet doth all experience its significance?