My definition

Love is the great illusion,
The trick we all fall for.
Conjured but never caught.
Felt but never owned.
Avoidable yet inevitable.

Love is a pleasant dream,
A haunting for lone wolves.
Regretted yet wanted.
Liberating yet suffocating.
A thought yet never reality.

Love is an artform,
A priceless masterpiece.
Hated by the many.
Admired by the few.
Yet equally effects us all.