What is the meaning of love?

Is it warm? Is it cold?

Is it soft like a freshly washed blanket? 

Or is it rough like a thorn on a rose? 

Is it a beautiful bright sun rise that gives us light and a sense of warmth? 

Is it a cold winter night with nothing but the company of the moon?

Does it feel like a ocean wave crashing against the shore?

Or is it a gentle breeze tickling the cheek of a child? 

Is it maybe a dream where you never want to wake up?

Or a nightmare that leaves you hopeless and scared?

But maybe, just maybe love doesn’t have a meaning

Maybe it is a selfless feeling too incredible to describe.