Kay, fine, since angrybutt up there took my answer, I'mma give you an actual genuine sincere bit of cryptic bullshit. Better fucking take it and put in your pocket, fishbreath, 'cause you ain't never gonna get honesty again. Or cryptic bullshit.

Love's passion and rhyme; red and sublime; love's a knife between the ribs and the best night you ever had. It's death and life, pleasure and strife; it's what every man wants and can't be held - unconditional and only for some. It grabs you by the balls and snaps to your spine, to it we're slaves. It's a drive to protect and for it folks have killed.