Definition Poem by Joe Archer

One word.Emotion.Defined as a personal attachment. Some would say a virtue of kindness, affection, and compassion. Now movement has seized to a non-existence. I have worded every movement I have seen, Still I remain inexpert on what it means by the means of what I've seen, This word seems not to be in my vocabulary. I feel as if I know it, but the result will still vary. Because I am not erudite on what this word could mean. Is it Happy? NO. Then what could it be? Maybe I don't know because I've never had this feeling? This one measly word seems to be smarter than me? It's standing there in front of me hysterically laughing. Because it's just one word and I have all the clues. I assume that I have it, but it continues to delude. Buzz goes the timer and time is now up. Apparently the word this one word was Love. Love? Love. The word was love. I honestly don't know anything about love. I don't know if it is as beautiful as everyone says, but even if it is I still think love has its ways. Of being repulsive and filled with deceit. Yes, I feel this way, but please you can't critique me because we've all seen love use and destroy a being. Macbeth killed for love. Juliet died for it. People have tried, even died, and still didn't find it. Love is tricky like a puzzling delusion or like a figment of the imagination and I am thus proving that love can tear you down, but yes it can assemble you. You need to know love is not what we all will go through because only some will find it and the most observant will see it, a rare quantity will make it, but many will use it. And yes, a even bigger amount don't even believe in it and when they know they have it, they won't even take it, some abuse and some fake it, so love has no specific definition, but if you think you've found it, there's no clear intuition, but it is there, just maybe?