What is it about this sentiment called love
That people find it difficult to say to; au revoir
So sharp and strong like the scimitar
Yet sweet and tasty like the pinot noir
Its beauty is a million time the beauty of Zanzibar

Pure and gentle like a dove
Without it we feel incomplete
It is the perfect definition of bittersweet
Having it puts us in the catbird seat
Making us the Corps D’elite

This feeling called love
Is something that can never be shoved out of the way
Even if it is leading us astray
It comes with a coupe in which the two can sway
Having it means no feeling of dismay

Thousands of names it has
The Indonesian call it sayang
Die Liebe by the German
Amore by the Italian
But in my world, the only word I have for love is YOU.