Love, What Is Poem by Randy McClave

Love; it is to live and it is to desire
It is to experience and to romance
It is a feeling and it is a thought
It is the reason why some men live
And why some men will die,
I have lost it, and I have found it
Do not ask me to explain it
Because I cannot, and I do not know why;
It is here today and gone tomorrow
But, that feeling it will last forever
Some men will scream its name in victory
While others will sob its name in defeat
Some men will deny it and some will reject it
Some men will bury it while some will give it birth,
Could I tell you of 'love' or grasp a rose by the stem
No! I could never; But, I have dreamt of it.

Randy L. McClave