What Do You Say Love Is?

Don't be told,
Life is tortuous.
The shackles of desires are firm;
Working with emotions,
Is the inchoate tone of degeneration that can demean your soul.
Why grapple over wants?
Like it was told,
Hyenas don't slumber in nests;
Just with little in little,
Greatness is attainable.
They say you can't;
You know you must;
But as it is,
Speechless and hopeless,
You have made yourself
Due to anxieties and despair.
Alas,tomorrow is dying;
Pundits ask,why?
Under the canopy of love,
Souls have fled in pursuit of shadows;
Shadows in the atmosphere of futility.
Helter skelter,
Hearts wander without beholders;
Indeed,the echoes of peace are in pieces,
Seen no more by the pupils of the prudent.
How can life be,
Like the existence in Eden?
I hear people say:
''Love is powerless'';
''I don't believe in the power of love'';
''Love,just a sweet word to appease the burning soul'';
And i tend to wonder,
Where are their irises?
I ask and ask again,
What do you say love is?