What Love?

(i already posted this poem i know but i wanted to change the title and fix it up a bit so i tried deleting the other copy but it didnt work any ways i hope this time it gets more reads and is better understood. sweet dreams and turning nightmares to all happy new year wingless) what is love? is it only a word? composed of letters, disguising an emotion? so what is it really? besides four letters the word that is so hollow yet sound so full, it has more of a use then a description. people use it to describe something they supposedly feel something straight from the heart but how can it be from there? it only pumps blood, love is supposed to be red, blood is so when we bleed, are we losing love or life? no love can't come from the heart, it is a sickness of the mind, its one of the names we give to something to blame our problems on. people kill for love spilling blood, people die for love spilling more blood, people live for love keeping all the blood they have people hide from love fearing red, people give love exposing there true colors, or giving thier blood people take it adding more, to what they might lose people use it flatly, apparently it confuses them that is why they made the word.