What Is Love?

How do you get love
do you have to push,
or do you have to shove

is finding love,
like finding hate,
out of our hands,
and depent on fate

does love have a color,
like a red of green,
or is like the air we breath,
unable to be seen,

is love like the birds,
wild and free,
or like the fish,
trapped in the sea,

does it sway in the wind,
or churp after dawn,
or is it like the gentle breeze,
brushing against the lawn

{ im totally not sure about this. does it sound corny? }