What Is Love?

What is love?
A question that lingers in my mind.
Is it a curse?
A Transcendent allure that turns you blind.
Or a gift unseen, beneath a tearful guise?
Euphoric, idyllic, two hearts intertwined.
Is it the rain?
The tears, a soul-staining kind.
Is it the storm?
The doubts, the rage, a whirlwind of emotions for the heart to find.
Or is it the spring?
The warmth, a lover’s hug from behind.
Or is it the snow?
The love, a silent promise, forever to bind.
I kept searching for an answer,
A singular truth, a treasure to unwind.
Different people, different stories,
A conundrum, for love to be defined.
Trapped in its beauty,
Yet yearning to unwind.
Love is a paradox,
In which I finally confined.

-Vedha Singh