What is Love?

What is love? What is that?

I think I used to know this word before,

But now my mind can’t place it anymore,

Is it when parents and children walk hand in hand?

I don’t think I understand.

They say that love is happy and free,

So why can’t those children run wild like me?

What is love? What is that?

They say love comes from those prisons of brick

When children peer out looking pale and sick.

They say love is content and really warm

Love makes you comfy and shelters you from a storm.

But if love is as great as they say,

Then why do those children look like they want to come out and play?

What do they mean when they say love conquers all?

For I have seen both marriages and lovers fall.

Neglected children running away from home

To set out into this world to roam.

They say people in love won’t dream of tomorrow,

But why, then, does love bring so much sorrow?

What is love? I don’t think I care

For my life with no one will I share.

For as long as I’m free as the eagle above

I care not to be loved or to give any love.