They ask me like I'm an expert.
Just pressuring me to say something.
What is love (they ask) me?

I just look at you and spoke.
Love is the gleam shining in your lovers' eyes.
And even times I see it when her eyes meet mine.

Yes love, is there even when she talks.
And to some in the way their ladies walk.

Love is waking up with a smile.
And glancing over to see that love besides you.

And thanking the one above for knowing love this way.

Love is a theme of many things seen and unseen.
But to me love is you.