Love?

Love?
Can I eat it?
Will it feed me
Is love a battery?

Will it save me from drowning
Is it warm to the touch
Or sweet to the taste?
Can it hydrate my bones
Or do my homework?
Can I trade it or sell it
For something better?

Can I smoke it or drink it
Or push it down my throat
Will it coat
The roof of my mouth
Can you see it on my lips like kool-aid?
How is it made?
Does it head south
Or face north?
Where is it's source?
Does it empty into the sea
Or feed the trees
Can it catch what runs
Does it taste like cinnamon buns?

Does it freeze?
Does it melt?
Can it walk or be felt?
Does it have colors or elbows 
Or wear socks on it's toes?

Can it be made more or made less?
Does love digress?
Can it oppress or repress or regress
Does it press or play chess


Will it get me where I need to go?
If I water it
Will it grow?
If it grows
What will it provide?
Can it keep me dry?
Does it lead where it goes?
Does it know where it's headed
And if it does
Am I indebted?
Does it walk along side
What feet does it have that it heads anywhere?
Is it stronger than the burdens I bare?
Does it hide?
Can I own it
Is it mine if it's given to me?
Can I sell it for profit,
Would anyone buy it?