Love?

Descending down from high above
I questioned an angel “What is love?”
The angel answered with answers so insane,
But they were all true and all were humane.

“With knowledge of things of passion and desire,
I say that love is like a fire:
It burns with the intensity of a boiling ball;
It grows and grows, and devours all.

“With knowledge of things that scare and provoke,
I say that love is like an oak:
It stands strong against the raging storms;
From the smallest seed this tree forms.

“With knowledge of things so dim and bright,
I say that love is like the light:
Before it arrives, darkness shrouds the air;
It lives in people filled with despair.

“With knowledge of things so verdant and green,
I say that love is like things unseen:
You cannot see it before your very eyes;
It shows when the moments dare to arise.

“With knowledge of things so cruel and nice,
I say that love is just like ice:
It infects you with a disease with no known cure;
It is water so fresh and very pure.

“With knowledge of things of beauty and power,
I say that love is like a flower:
It may grow in the harshest of any weather;
They look better united as one together.

“With knowledge of things so bold and rash,
I say that love is just like trash:
It may cause distress, and it may cause pleasure;
For one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

“With knowledge of things so true and great,
I say that love is just like hate:
It spreads and spreads without relent;
If you give too much you will surely repent.

With knowledge of all things of truth and fate,
I say that love does not discriminate:
We all fall for love's graceful hand;
We all hurt, cry, and understand.