What is love

Can one believe in love?
it's existance seems intangible
I've known many to reach
But none to obtain

Love is a faulty thing
Like an unsturdy bridge
Leaning one way today
and another tomorrow

has one ever succeeded love?
defeated its challenge?
love possesses more of a threat
than it does possess comfort

perhaps no one should ever truly know
but remain succumbed in the fog of love
pretending to know