What is Love
by Marlo Colson
What is love I'd really like to know; is it something
I look for or does it find me? Is it something I share
or a cross to bear? Have I ever really known it, and if
I have do I own it? Is is something you feed or
something you need? I thought I knew it once or twice,
but then I saw the asking price. Is it something for sale
or just a fairy tale? Is it something to fear or do
I want it near? Whatever it is, we all seem to want it,
but when we have it, it gets taken for granted. I think
love is black or maybe it's white, someday I'll discover
but not tonight. What is love, I'd really like to know,
can someone tell me or do I have to be shown? Does it come
with instructions or is it 'assemble at home'?
Maybe it's a fantasy or feeling or idea, I wish it was all
just so crystal clear. Maybe love has no meaning at all,
or it's something so high and destined to fall. Do you
want it? Can I have it? Will you take it?
Here you go. What is love, I'd really like to know.