Called Love...

Do we really know love?
One that's true, that's pure
One that could sacrifice
One that could understand?
Is the love you feel true?
True enough for it not to be tainted
By lies, by intrigues, by rumors?
Or is that love just pity for the other?
Is your love pure?
Is it one that does not ask, just gives?
Is it one that doesn't wish for more?
And even then, do you still find it fulfilling?
Could you sacrifice for your love?
Your money, your time, your personality,
Your family or your life without a second thought,
For the one you love?
Could you easily understand the person?
Because you love him?
Could you accept their reasons?
Or excuses because of your love?
Love is not bound by time and space
It could not be kept in a small box
And could not be given reasons as to why, how, and so on.
Such is the feeling called love.