Love

this poem is questions on whay love truly is. But it is up to you to decide.

                            How do you call love?
                            Do you call it as sweet
                          And as pure as air? Or
                          do you call it as evil and
                          as sinister as the devil?
                            How do we know what
                          love is? For the love that
                          we know is not what was
                            known before. Has love
                          become blind to your eyes,
                            waiting for peace to settle
                              over the land? Or has it
                            disappeared forever? These
                            are the questions I ponder.