Where does love come from?

Can I see it? Can I touch it? If I lose it, where does it go?
If I have it, if I feel it, if it's real, how does it show?

If love is real, please tell me how I can make you see it.
That this feeling is the first that finally makes me feel like I fit.
Into this perfect world where I am safe from all the world's ****.
Can I show you love with rhymes and words that express wit.
Because I'm falling, and I keep falling, into love's bottomless pit.

Is love the blood rushing to my cheeks when our eyes meet?
Could love be the drive that causes my heart to beat?
Am I in love just because I am feeling this fiery heat?
Overwhelming what you do to me, without ever leaving your seat.

Love is fleeting, for it is blind.
and although it's slipping you will find,
that love will never be left behind.
It lives in you, not in your mind,
but with your soul in a bind.

Would you see my soul if I said that I loved you?
That you took my world and all that I knew
and you showed me what's false, what's true.
That the question I was looking for was what and not who?