A Crazy Little Thing Called Love Poem by Sarah Holmes

I used to know what love was,
I’d say all of the time.
I’d get that butterfly feeling,
Knowing they were mine.

Now what is love?
The meaning isn’t true.
It’s not something you say,
More something that you do!

Its become more than a feeling,
It’s almost a way of life.
But when they have a broken heart,
They may just then think twice.

What is love to me?
Truth that has been bent
A meaningless feeling,
A word that’s never meant