Where does love come from?
And what does it do?
Does it make us feel?
Or is that simply a side effect of it?
Does it make us act?
Or is that just another biproduct?
Maybe love isn’t a matter of what it is
Where it comes from
Or what it does
Because we are love
Love is in us
And love is us
The search for it is endless
Because we’re searching for ourselves
The desire for it is everlasting
Because we are desiring ourselves
And always will be
Who we are