Love is love. What more is there to say. Love has no way of being seen. Love has no way of being touched. Love has no way of being heard.
Love has no way of being tasted.
Love has no way of being scented. My point being is, love cannot be permitted by your five senses. If you can prove my point wrong. I insist you on doing so. If you can tell me how love looks, feels, smells, tastes, and all of that, please do not hesitate to do so.