Day eleven and my first attempt at a poem about 'love'...v unlike me, I know!

Love is

an abstract noun fluid with
meaning that shifts like tides.
It's refracted through prisms of
perspectives, intangible as shadows
on a cloudless night.  Love persists
between distractions and thoughts,
the elusive egoless boundary.
It's there in the breath
of a winter morning's half-light
and the rhythm of a run that feels right.
Love's lost in self-consciousness, flows
anonymously through atoms and cells.
It's the sudden vertigo you
don't understand, or don't need to.
Love's relative, flowing through
intensities; a perfect union of
self-less harmony and detachment.