Contortion Poem by Alex Fischer

What is love?
Is it a feeling of the heart?
Or a thought of the mind?

Is it a small little package that unwraps with time?
Or is it a state of being that one can have sometimes?

Is it a simple thought that has no meaning?
Or is it a living thing with gentle breathing?

Is it a solid rock?
Or a wavering breeze
That blows through the trees?
Or is it a feeling that can change with ease?

Is it a deception that you can see?
Or is it invisible to the human breed?
Is it a truth that you can feel?
Or is it a fallacy that only spiels?

Is it a hope that one can attain?
Or has it been slain?