What Is Love
People ask, some answer, most don't know
It's a feeling, a thought, an emotion that grows
It's all there is, what some avoid, others treasure
Some give it freely, some covet, and some can't measure
It's unconditional, not always traditional, but there
A fine line they say, hate and love, not always to share
Indescribable, irresistible, heaven sent from above
Pretty in pink and on the wings of a snow white dove
Just a joke, only for fools, angels fear to tread
Less than perfect, makes a strong man dread
Saves the lonely heart, something to look forward to
Pleasantly amusing, comfortable like an old shoe
Whatever it means, whatever it is matters not
Its only in the heart and soul of the besot
It belongs to those who taste its sorrow
And go on to love again tomorrow
It's for a little while, or forever more
I know it's for the one I will always adore
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