What is love?
Is it the feeling of butterflies
Fluttering inside your stomach?
Or is it a colour like pink or red?
Is it when you want something
You’d do anything to get it?
Where does love come from,
The heart or the head?
I don’t know what it is
And I don’t understand it
But I do know
That it can make you blind
It can make you
And it can break you
Its good and its bad
So many people think they’re in love
But how do they know what it is?
What if they’re feeling
Isn’t really love?
How will someone ever know what it really is?
Does anyone know what it is?
If you think you do
Then how, how do you know,
What do you feel?
Where does it come from?
And why do you feel it?
Why does anyone feel it?