What is love?
Just a word?
Just a verb?
A no good nothin?
A wholesome somethin?
Is love in you?
Is love in me?
Does it whip the mind?
Or set it free?
Does love fly around?
Is it blind?
Can it see?
Does it float like a butterfly?
Or sting like a bee?
Does love leave the bed?
Is it really from the heart?
Does it keep family strong?
Or tear it apart?
Maybe love go unanswered
Maybe its the world's cure
Will we ever figure it out?
We'll never know for sure.
love is very patient, kind, never jealous or envious....love does not hold grudges
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is everything you write and way more...good write