What is love?
what is love?
it is not beast or bird or dove,
so can it be real?
for it makes wounds that do not heal.
Wounds that dig deep,
and cause us to wake from our troubled sleep.
So what is love?
It is pain and anguish,
the death of a hopeful wish.
It is real but full of rot,
yet without our lives are all for not.
So leap to it we must,
only to have our feelings turn to dust.
So what is love?
by dustie spring
what is love?
it is not beast or bird or dove,
so can it be real?
for it makes wounds that do not heal.
Wounds that dig deep,
and cause us to wake from our troubled sleep.
So what is love?
It is pain and anguish,
the death of a hopeful wish.
It is real but full of rot,
yet without our lives are all for not.
So leap to it we must,
only to have our feelings turn to dust.
So what is love?
by dustie spring
