What is love, really? 

Is it that feeling that you can't be apart?

that feeling you feel when you think of them?

Love can be anything you make it to be.

It all depends on how you think about it.

When someone says, "who make you feel your best?" And you automatically think of them?

What is this thing people call love that makes them so happy?

one can't explain it,

for it is something that is hard to explain from being so confusing.

The downfall being from something that was hard to gain, hard to work for, hard to grasp, yet people out there take it for granted.

they take advantage without thinking of the other,

who so desperately gave their all.

they were willing to sacrifice everything for the other yet that "other" tore them down.

but for what?

in your eyes, 

What is love, really?