Where did it go...?
Love is universal, equivocal and speaks volume even without a word. It melts, mold, and can break a soul. I want to say more about it but it is requesting and demanding the validity and essence of interpretation. Where did love go when your love fade? Where did it go at that moment when you hate? Where did love go, when siblings fight and kill each other. This brings me to say that, the true definition of a word is in the meaning we give to it but love bets to be different in this situation... Love is universal...