Love- A rethinking of it.

What is love?
A tender kiss upon the cheek?
A smile from across the room?
Hands grasping hands, fingers entwined?

or

Is love natural? Harmonious and instinctual.
Do we love because we feel love or do we love because we are expected to?
Is love mass produced and sold to the highest bidder?
Is it friction?

My love feels sometimes forced.
It pours out, sickeningly sweet.  Innocent? 
Not really.
Not always.

It sometimes feels fake. 
Like I must. Like I should.  Like I have to.

It feels, dry. Platonic.
Without appetite.
Devoted, yes.  But sometimes grieving.
Sometimes, without believing.

Was there longing and love making, loyalty, lust for our love?
Was it real?  Was it fabricated?

Love is misery. 
Love is objection.
Love is Obsession.

Love is pain, pandemonium, pleasure, purgatory.

Love is weakness and love is power.