What is it really?

What if upon the curtain closing
Romeo left Juliet to her death?
Would she pine away at his dismissal?
Would she stand tall and say,
'He is just another Montague?'

Is love truly wasted on the young?
Once lost, can it ever be found again?
For what is truly love?
Is it just a connection of our own imagination?
Or is it just the illusion of a stronger emotion, to bring us together to procreate?
Subconsciously pulling us together to genetically enhance our race?

For what is love?
It is not a worthy emote
For it only causes grief and despair
Once the illusion is no longer

Is it worthy to acknowledge love?
Such an illogical thing,
For when you love someone, it is not based upon facts
Feelings are involved.
You don't look at someone and say that their genetic traits are far more suitable than someone elses.
You rather love them for whom they are,
Yet, do we ever truly know someone?

They promise to be with you forever
Or until the next person shows interest.

To love, honor, and cherish
Until death do us part
As long as you both shall live