What is LOVE ..... (an original poem)

What is love,
but a drift in the river of emotion,
as we float atop the joyful waves of hope,
its easy to breathe in the peaceful air filled with intellectual prosperity and fulfillment.
In the inevitable march of time,
loves relentless undercurrent of doubt flows through,
as the minds levee breaks.
Drowning in the deception and distrust,
with loves painful arrow shot through your heart,
staking your hopelessly loyal soul unto the rock bottom.
Loves drink is our savior from eternal suffering,
its poison locks the chains that bind us from freedom.
If only love was love without consequences