Acrostic with rhymes. Metrics would be too much, wouldn´t it?

What is love after all?

It may be an empty word people throw in the wind

Thousands of mixed feelings, fear, courage, all emotions

Some toy created by "the ones" who control mankind

Wondering, I release my attention doesn´t matter if it´s leaned

Head floating, thoughts revolving like stormy oceans

Asleep and lost I know for sure it will be hard to find

The explanation to something that can make one blind

I think a bit more and it totally makes sense

Mix feelings with reason as just one experience

Forward I move resolute in my noble and brave quest

Eager to solve the question that insistently haunts me

Enlightened by some magic inspiration which makes me fly

Lingering to what my brain, this silly child, do as its best

Involves me in a descendent cruel spiral that drags me

Near to madness as in an awaken dream through which I pass by

Growing, happy, 'cause it´s good to love and be loved after all.

Blessed be