Misunderstood by most, or understood by few
Is love something you wish for, or is it that which is a sexual act that you do
Is love best described with no words, swimming in our mind
We all know it’s there so we stroke from time to time
Is love a dream? A fantasy realm, just waiting for us to be awoke
Should love be taken seriously and to some to be taken as a joke
Is love a curse word said at the most desperate times
Is love our sight and without it, we will go blind
Is love the sea? Depths are unknown from which our eyes can see
Or is love the tears that come from our eyes, when we have a death
in the family?
Some people say love s a reflection of ones self
If that is true, if we never love, does that mean
We never know ourselves?