Maybe love is a verb, but I've tasted her. I tasted Her in all her saltiness when she left me and never came back. I tasted her sour, her bitter, her vinegar burning her from the inside out; entering my own lungs in a fiery rage. She was Love; my loss, my love equals loss, my Loss equals Love.
But then he came.
He quenched me and quieted me; a long cool drink for both the desert and the ocean in me that knew no end.
And he is sweet.