Love
What is love
What does it do
And where do you find it
Is it simply a dream
Something to believe in
An imagined thing
Or simply fill in words for people to sing
Love
What is love
What does it do
And where do you find it
I’ve walked the galleries
Images of love hang on the wall
I’ve read books
By artists who carved their initials on my soul
Does it always stay
Or does it fade away
Does it bring you joy
Or is it just a toy, to play with
Love
People in love
How can they tell
A feeling words can’t spell
A funny sort of hell
Maybe it’s just as well
Who would throw coins into a wishing well, if they knew.
Love
Why is love
Is love clear
Something you give, or something you share
Is it just lust
You take for granted like air
Love, what is love
What is love
What does it do
And where do you find it
It is easy to see
Why love has lasted eternity
For love given freely
Is such a precious thing
When you find it
And I found it with you
Copyright Colin Coplin 1973 (updated 2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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