What is Love

Below an empty shell which I prefer not to use because of the thought of thinking which I prefer not to lose became vacant and barren. It bleeds but heals invisible wounds to you it’s a symbol to most it’s essential and for me it’s what confuses my mental stability. It pumps for me unconditionally it chooses for me who I will love. This object is the root of life, but is explained so simple. Surely there must be another word more divine then lust, like, and heartbreak. This word most men hold on the tip of their tongue, the word most women can’t describe and a word only I can’t say because the idea and thought are misused and utter with confusion and lies. This word is love, but only from the bottom of my heart because throughout my empty shell of a head I cannot think of a better name for the feeling you give me.