Oh Venus my Venus what is love? 

Can you tell me what it feels like, so I can always know its’ touch?

What does it look like, so its’ site will never pass me by?

Does it have a scent that I can inhale as remembrance?

What does love taste like, so I will know the flavor?

Does love have a sound, so I can know the tone as it rings my ears?

 Oh Venus, my Venus can love truly conquer all?

If so, why is there so much violence today?

If love is beautiful why is it so hard to find?

How does one know when love has been found?

Why does love make us do such horrible things?

Does love make us hurt those whom we care for the most?

Is there a difference between love and lust?

Are they the same?

 Oh Venus my Venus where does love come from?

Is it a figment of the imagination?

A source of the brain of what is perceived to be.

Does love come from the heart?

How so?

Perhaps love comes from the soul.

The purity of ones soul is vital is it not?

 Oh Venus my Venus what is love?

Give me a sign.

I need to know