I'M Not Too Sure What Love Is Poem by Terry Donovan

I'm not too sure what love is and I've never seen the rules,
I know it makes some people strong, and others it makes fools.
I know it has its moments, making people walk on air,
Then it seems so very often just to lead them to despair.

It's so really enigmatic, love is happy, love is sad.
I'm not too sure what love is. Is it good or is it bad?
And I am so uncertain. Would I cry or would I smile?
Why can't you have a sample, like a seven-day home trial?

But no, that wouldn't work of course - that's just not long enough,
Cos you'd have rose-tinted glasses, see the smooth but not the rough.
Because, in its early stages love is known to be all fun,
You share a common vacuum and think you think as one.

But when the party's over and you open up your eyes,
You find that just for starters there is so much compromise.
It's give and take and go without and what I have is yours.
You can't be half a couple without giving for the cause.

It works, it does, I know it does, I've seen with my own eyes
Young lovers growing hand-in-hand with love that never dies,
But while that gives encouragement, I've seen it fail as well,
Young lovers growing separate, young happiness old hell.

So I'm just keeping clear of it, not going to take a chance.
Love loiters, but I'll keep it out with just a sideways glance.
And though I sometimes feel like jumping in feet first,
I'll never let it happen for I'll always fear the worst.

I might be right, I might be wrong, to me it's all a quiz.
But who has got the answer? Who can tell me what love is?
No-one can and no-one will. I know that if I knew,
Beyond a doubt I'd try it out on nobody but you.

For you are always on my mind my every living day,
The pleasure of just knowing you will never go away.
I may not want to fall in love, I'm just too scared, and yet
What I feel in my heart must be as close as one can get.