Love is a noun

                  in the need of finding it,

                  once found, a verb.

 

                  Love is a beast

                  so wild

                  haunting on its prey.

 

                  Love is a drug

                  leading to addiction.

    

                  Love is a novel

                  starting at prologue,

                  chapters follows and

                  epilogue as closure.

 

                  Love is the sunrise

                  born and dies at setting      

                  to await rebirth.

 

                  Love is a catastrophe

                  leaving an aftermath

                  of destruction.

 

 

                                                            Love is a disguise

                  of melancholic grief.

 

                  Love is an illness

                  that is inevitable

                  to weaken one’s resistance.

 

                 

                   

                    Love is a danger

                  when the warning sign

                  is left unposted.

 

                   Love is a season

                  coming then going

                  in alternates.

 

                  Love is a word

                 

                  defined

                 

                  when

                 

                  felt.