What is love?
Who are any of you to define it?
Why does one feel love?
Why is it here?
I don't know.
Neithe do you.
We all might think we know what it is,
But we can never be sure.
I think love is light,
Shining down on you
The sun on your back,
The wind in your hair.
Those beautiful eyes,
Staring blissfully into your own.
That amazing smile,
That makes you want to cry.
Those tears from their eyes that make you want to die.
And those arms, strong, protective
Pulling you into a hug you never want to leave.