What Is Love
If I say I love you,
What does it mean?
Is it just something physical,
A sexual thing?
Is it just what I feel,
When I feel my blood surge,
When you reach out and touch me,
A physical urge?
That can't be love,
It's just chemistry.
It cannot be based,
On biology.
For sure we all know,
That's the way it begins,
But if that's all there is,
Then soon it will end.
When the newness wears off,
And things become old,
Then boredom sets in,
And the lamb leaves the fold,
In search of new pastures,
And new, sweeter grass,
So listen and learn,
Be ye lad or a lass.
Love is a deep,
And emotional thing,
That grows over time,
Not just a short fling.
It's something so precious,
Something so rare,
Most find it but once,
So shop with great care.
You'll kiss many frogs,
'Fore you find a prince,
It's an old saying, yes,
But it makes lots of sense.
Don't jump at the first one,
That may come along.
They'll woo you and lose you,
With an old but sweet song.
Set your sights higher,
For it's a sure bet,
One values the most,
What is hardest to get.
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