Love

(ˈləv) n. 1. A strange condition.  Some call it a fad, although it has long outlived blue jeans, or a psychosis, although it comes as natural as breath.  
          It can occasionally be a sickness; although rarely contagious, no matter how one prays.  
          When played as a sport, playing for the passion is required, the thrill discouraged, and for the joy, a victory.  Partners are suggested.
           It may be suffered, if one stretches the muscles incorrectly.  
           It may be enjoyed, when prolonged properly.
           It knows no bounds, no matter how we try to restrict it.  It expands into any space, any crevice, and adapts to any environment.  And when it dies, it lingers in those spaces, spoiling like bad eggs or meat.
           Some say it is blind, but none deny it is forthright and sharp, and when it awakens and cuts through the numb flesh, it leaves you open and aware of everything available for you, and wander drugged.  Put simply,
            2.  The only thing you can fall into while weightless.