It doesn’t matter

What is love

It matters why and who

And how you love

 

 

Love is nebulous,

A fuzzy nargle

Refusing to be defined,

Shifting itself into a shape to fit

Each imagining

 

 

Better to ask

How long, how much, how deep, how come

And not expect answers

Yet you keep wanting to know the unknowable —

What is love and —

It does not matter