When you ask me what love is,
I ask why
Because truth is, I couldn't tell you
Most people would say they've been in love
Then they'd tell you it's a waste
I'd simply ask why
When I think of someone I love,
It isn't just a random person with whom I ran into and locked eyes with
It's the person who makes me feel alive
The person who no matter what keeps me happy
And most people loath that
Most people love it
Again, you ask me what love is
I ask why
Because again, I couldn't tell you
You'd have to know it
Love doesn't have true words, not always at least
So please, ask me what love is
I'll tell you
But first, I'll ask why
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Thanks BRIE ~ In my experience Love is elusive ~ Just when you think you have it and then it disappears ! I do ask WHY ~ but also (being older) I have to also ask HOW ~ WHEN ~ WHAT & WHERE ! Thanks for caring & sharing ~ Yours BRIAN (UK) Please check my Poem ~ SEVEN ROSES .......... Thanks B.
I wish I had an answer.. I love this!
This one is beautiful. I would be lying if I tried to comprehend the huge beast that is love. I don't know crap. But I love that you know how to just feel it.
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it, Isabella!
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