Is it love, when I think and worry about her?
Is it love, when I close my eyes and see her next to me 
            walking through the park?
Is it love, when the mere sound of the phone tells me it's her?
Or is it, when I can feel when she is sad or full of joy?

Is it love, when I cannot sleep at night 
            because I do not feel her warm embrace?
Is it love, when my eyes fill with tears when she tells me about him?
It is love, when I feel a knot in my throat each time I say her name?
Or is it, this cold empty feeling that remains with me 
            each time she walks away?

Is it love, when she calls me friend and my heart tears apart 
            knowing I will never be more than that?
Is it love, when I would give my life for her never to stop smiling?
Is it love, what makes my heart feel so heavy?
Or is it I just act foolish?

If love is what I feel, I do not want this feeling.
Love is supposed to make life beautiful and fill it with joy.
Love is supposed to give purpose to a man's life.
But this is not what I feel, because I do not have her, 
            and without her my life has no purpose.