An unfulfilled desire

What is love?
Is it a memory, kind and true unending in the depths of our minds?
Is it a willing emotion, from within busting for air?
Or is it a distraction to take us away from the hardship that we so desperately run from, in a wilderness all of our own.

No love is a desire that we are given at birth, a clarity above all else yet still a desire wanting to be fulfilled.