Baskadia

I forgot what love is,

How it feels like to fall in love,

The joy of love,

The patience in love.

It's been one year down the line,

And I can't seem to process my heart,

Process the clarity in love,

Looking around there is nothing profound.

I still can't figure out the tunnels at the furthest,

Neither can I trace the roots in it,

Yes, it's love,

But how do I know it's true?

With clear intentions.

Does it smoothen pain?

Does it make my heart feel better?

Does it lower my stress,?

Does it make me look and feel wild?

Does it make me smile unendingly?

What does love do?

Can someone let me know