What Is Love
Love, what is love?
It's a pain in your heart, that's there to pray.
A memory in your mind, that will always stay.
A feeling you feel, when you find your true one.
But to everyone else, he's just a no one.
Although to you he's that special guy,
Though impressing him you always will try.
Harder and harder as the day goes on,
Messages by phone, fax or someone.
As each day goes by, the harder you'll try.
And along the way, little hints you will lie.
By in the end, the know will be tied.
Him and you off in the sunset to ride.
Now remember to you he's that special guy,
So whatever you do don't ever keep lies.
The meaning of love is never to be used wrong,
Thank you goodbye and forever so long.
Copyright © Melissa Sharp | Year Posted 2015
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