What's love?

Is it giving you all of me and having nothing in return, is it Trusting someone giving your heart a slow burn, words Said that make u feel good or words said because it was Right to say at that point in time?

But do we not see what's become of us:

The lust, betrayal, and that so called trust,

That blush you left on my face from the times our eyes First met, those secrets I told you, but you never kept, my Pain lingered on to you, but you Never understood.

Though, I wished you did and can see I was a rolling Stone; rolling and rolling trying to fix a broken home. I Always thought love was to have a comforter and Supporter, a lover that can understand you like no other.

Today's love is hide and seek, we kiss and meet; we Come then, leave does that make any sense? Our senseless minds claim we know love or that

We found love, but love has never yet come our Way; for We are still young and shall seek that love another day.