Love is a noun in the need of finding it, once found, a verb. Love is a beast so wild haunting on its prey. Love is a drug leading to addiction. Love is a novel starting at prologue, chapters follows and epilogue as closure. Love is the sunrise born and dies at setting to await rebirth. Love is a catastrophe leaving an aftermath of destruction. Love is a disguise of melancholic grief. Love is an illness that is inevitable to weaken one’s resistance. Love is a danger when the warning sign is left unposted. Love is a season coming then going in alternates. Love is a word defined when felt.