The Inner Critic [Completed]

Love is a funny thing

Love is a funny thing
It takes on its own being
It fills you up with this fuzziness no one can describe
And, when you feel this love, no one can be bribed

It's this emotional feeling that no one has found a cure for
Is it in the brain, or is it in the core?
The core of your being, is another guess they take
But, that one, is a bit of a mistake

It's a feeling in the heart that no one can touch
Even the one feeling it can't touch it when it gets too much
It hurts like nobody's business, this feeling called love
No matter where it comes from. Even from Above

No cure can be found for it
Even a love specialist cannot cure it
But it's a feeling that has to be felt at some point in this life
Otherwise, when a man finds a woman, he can't make her his wife

Without love, the world would be an empty world
And the only thing still in existence would probably be a pearl
Because pearls don't "die" as easily as the rest of us do
So, without love, I wouldn't be able to love you (too?)