What Is Love

I ask myself what love is, never seem to find an answer Was plato right to say that love is a disease like cancer Is love a myth, an emotion we make ourselves feel to fill a void Or is it stored in us and we choose on who we deploy Perhaps I am just a cynic and pessimistic Thou could it be that I am simply realistic Consequently my opinions dont mirror that of my peers Even thou we're not differed by years I dont amplify everything that i hear Nor can I imagine ever sheding a tear At least not for now, but my future still unfolds And I admit my way of thinking has froze me cold Regardless of that, I refuse to play a role In letting the words I love you become a cliché Not everyone means what they say For that is what i believe So in conversation I retrieve what I conceive because I am not naive Not enough to believe that most people listen to reason At the end of the day, who in your life is truly worth pleasing?