What is Love

Is it something we can hold on to and let go if we wanted too?
Can love bloom like roses or decay like rotten copses?
We will never know until we try.
Until we feel pain of love and the sweet of love.
Family is more then love.
It's something deeper then the appearance of a rose.
It's the root that stay hidden beneath the soil in order to support the beauty of a rose.
They thrive from your warmth you give them from above because its cold and dark down there.
It's the real world...
Once you leave as a pollen on a bee's back you're alone.
Alone in the harsh world that nothing pity for love, but for what is on paper.
But you're not alone because love cannot be broken by gaps nor by great distance.
It runs in your blood until you die.
This is love...