What is love?
Asked the snail to the to the bird,
Does it come from above?
Do you see it in the world?
Can you find it with your eyes?
Does it look a certain way?
Does it come in a disguise?
Or do you see it straight away?

The bird was silent for a while,
He thought about his trails,
When he answered with a smile,
He said "Well, little snail".

You know the breeze that blows?
Gives you goose bumps on your skin,
And the water when it flows,
Like the motion felt within.
Its like the fire when it burns,
Sometimes it can be scary,
When the passion suddenly turns,
That is when you should be weary.

Little snail I'm about to,
Tell you what love really is,
This answer is for you,
So shh and listen to this..

Its giving someone the power,
To completely destroy your soul,
If ever things go sour,
Your inner warmth will turn cold.
Your love will take a piece of you,
And nurture it forever,
But nobody can choose,
Who their love will endeavor.

The snail started to worry,
Said "Will i ever find it?"
Should i start to hurry?
I'm probably right behind it!

The bird let out a laugh,
And said "Oh no, don't stress"
Love will find you on your path,
When your time is best.