What Is Love? Poem by DM W

What is love? is a question plagued by contrary signs.
It has perplexed philosophers since the dawn of time.
Is it a fleeting, irrational emotion,
Or a more complex and deeply profound notion?
Is it a form of crude, animal attachment,
Or something that requires a certain detachment?
O is it a form of delirium; a kind
Of mental illness? ! Some say those in love are blind.
Iknow that the ancient Greeks had many words to
Describe its subtleties; its different tones and hues.
In the English language, it is often overused.
No wonder, at times, we get frightfully confused.
O this one soft, monosyllabic wordseems to mean
Everything and nothing! It blurs real life and dreams.