Love. We long for it. We feel the sting of love's loss. We give love in hopes of receiving love. We withhold love out of fear it won't be returned. Love connects us. Love disappoints us. Love distinguishes us. Love extinguishes us. Love abandons us. Love disappoints us. Love creates expectations. Love fulfills lives. Love is always a risk worth exploring even when it fails. Love is poetry... Poetry is love... Love becomes a silhouette.