I think that love is not exactly what we think,
And it is not the person that we love per se,
We love the feeling when we interlink;
And that comes out of it in us that day.
And then, day after day, the feeling grows,
And we become attached to him or her,
But neither one of us completely knows
The reason why we such sentiments occur.
And if another person comes around
That will awaken passion just like that,
And feelings so intense and so profound,
We'll switch to that new person in a bat,
For, it is not the people, but the feelings,
That we so seek in dusty singles's clubs,
Or pray to find, before an altar kneeling,
Through all the past rejections and the snubs.
