What Is Love
What is love
The best feeling in this world
only the fortunate get
The people who don't,
suffer from regret
Sometimes it's sweet,
sometimes it's sour,
For a moment seems unending,
but fades the next hour
In reality, it's fragile
But is said to be strong
It's delicate like petals,
but sweet like a cuckoo's song...
It enlivens one soul,
but deceives the other
It rejuvenates one
but kills another...
Sometimes it makes us cry,
Sometimes it makes us smile
It's a time when the brain,
stops working for a while...
But when this feeling flees...
The world seems to end.
You look at the broken pieces,
impossible to mend...
Your heart once alive,
now seems to be dead...
It shakes a person in and out
Just like the verses said...
It leaves you in a state
where hate crashes with love...
Your mind's a war sky...
nestling a dove...
Your brain curses you,
and says, "no one's there!"
But your heart secretly whispers...
"Don't worry, they still care.."
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