Many have their ideas.
Many have their fantasies.
Yes, we all on that subject has a certain dream.

But when they ask me?
What's love?
Without a word said, I look at you.

On purpose I do these things because of the memories you bring.
On purpose I do various things centered solely around you.
But when asked?
What's love?
I simply turn all my attention toward you.

You what love is to me?
Right now, right this minute.
I guess forever.