Love?

What an unpleasant life Where luck is out of sight Love is out in the daylight But we tend to stay quiet Love is yet a word but holds a thousand meanings One might say "Love is a beautiful thing" The others "Love is nothing but a fling" Or it's just an "unpleasant thing" So what is love? I asked myself I'm not sure if it's good or bad Or is it just a phase that life has Not knowing what value it holds Wondering if it's just how life goes Still in search for it's meaning Until then I shall be out here dreaming What does love look like? Perhaps something in front of us but we choose to keep it out of sight.