What is it?
Is it a feeling?
Or is it just a dream that is not fulfilling?
Is it like home inside your heart clinging to ground beneath,
So it won't be pulled apart?
Is it like the sun giving us heat?
Or is it where the moon & stars meet?
What is it? Does anyone know?
Or it's just too hard to plow?
Is it small, like a little plant?
Or is it huge, like a grown up tree?
What is it? Nobody know,
For love is a sweet mystery.
