love
what is love ?
is it what they talk about,
this feeling of home ?
but if you never had a home,
how can you describe love ?
or, if you have a home,
would you leave it for love ?
i love with all my heart
and that is my flaw
to some, it might seem too much
to others, it may feel as just a touch
is love the smell of fresh baked cookies ?
is love a warm blanket you wear even in
the summer ?
is love freeing, or is love restraining ?
is love maybe all of this ?
so as i look at you once again,
trying to get an answer to my questions,
i ask myself again, « what is love ? »
