What is Love?

I remember back when I attempted to go to college (which I had no bizness doing), and some of my friends had enrolled in a Philosophy I class.  They came back to me in disbelief after their first day in the Philosophy class and were all joking and freaked out because the teacher had opened the class with the question: “What is Love?”  To this day, I will always remember that.  No one could answer the question…but for me, it was a different story.  In my dysfunctional way, I had a peak at the absurd profundity of the question…and I still feel that way…and I don’t really know why…..and this is what I type this morning and I spread my wings and fluff up my feathers and prepare for another day in the Mystery.