What is the meaning of love? It can be all sorts of things. But to me, the right meaning Can only come in a dream. In a dream we can imagine love However we want it to be. Sacred, true, honest, free? Much better than love in reality. In reality love is not so kind. It's off and on and off again. Broken hearts can never mend. Do we care, or don't we? We can't pretend. To pretend to love is only wicked But so many do these days. With hurtful acts and deceitful ways We are left in a heartbroken phase. A phase of love is so easily mistaken To be the real, true thing. So aren't we better off if we only imagine And only live love in a dream?