Love
Is intangible.
It’s an idea.
A memory.
Love is… everything.
Some say a life without love is not worth living.
I say any life is worth living, love is not a prize to measure life with.
It is an intangible target of your desire.
A memory to live in, a shadow of feelings reflected in a living mirror.
The idea of love is a road with roses and thorns.
It’s not the boots that carry you on your way.
It’s the feeling when the boots walk together.
A intangible idea with a name that rouses your memory.
A name that includes everything.
And nothing at all.
Love.