Hours spent in it Yet still no understanding of it A lifetime spent in search of it Yet no recognition shown when found Nights spent in dream of it Yet grasp escapes in the waking hours Vowing to hold it tight when found Yet allowing it to blow away with the wind Chasing it relentlessly Yet turning away before the race is won Professing to understand it Yet unable to explain it Swearing your done with it Yet jumping back into it Being so afraid of it Yet unable to live without it All this is the truth and the definition of LOVE Or maybe it's not what do I know??