I don't know what love is,
I don't how it feels.
I've heard that it heals,
But are the tales truly real?



Is love like morning dew,
So fragile and sweet?
Or is love like the dance beat,
Filled with passion and heat?



Love means nothing to me,
She who cannot love.
Not even with guidance from above,
Nor any of Eros's shoves.



Is love extravantly beautiful,
Like the beauty of a rose?
Or is it like the tender gentleness of does,
Or the bounceful resilience of bows?



I don't know what love is,
I don't claim to know.
I make no fancy shows,
To neither friend nor foe.



Is love like a beautiful dream,
Or the feeling right before you wake up?
Is it like savory coffee in your cup,
Or the sweet smell of buttercups?



I write about love all the time,
Yet I don't know what it is.
I don't know what's to miss,
Or the taste of a kiss.



I've never felt love in my life,
I say the word but don't know what it means.
Is it the cuteness of can't come true dreams,
Or is it the fresh smell of just washed jeans?



What is love besides a word?
What is love besides a simple notion?
What is love besides an emotion?
What is love besides corrosion?



What is love if not just a word?
What is love if not just a simple notion?
What is love if not just an emotion?
What is love if not just corrosion?



What is love besides sex?
What is love besides romance?
What is love besides an anniversary dance?
What is love besides just a chance?