What is love?

Is it tender?
It's too cruel, too rude, too rough; and it pricks sharp like thorn.

Is it caring?
Exposing all your heartfelt
memories and emotions to the
one who will share their life with you forever;

Is it delicate?
When you have it in your
grasp, caress it gently,
meaningfully, in such a fragile manner that it's like a baby bird whom has just lost it's wings

Is it hard?
We all know the answer;
But in what ways?
Many whom cannot find this
rare, unusual treasure lagger behind in the infinite area of what we know to be love;
The other is when it's
finally within your embrace, hold onto it with all your strength, with both hands and never let go;

Love is many things:
Cruel, rough, unusual, caring, difficult, and even
delicate;

The one thing people in this
world fail to realize is
that love is everywhere, and
if you don't look around
once and a while,
you could miss it