What Is Love? Poem by Ezekiel Johnson

i always ask my soul
but it goes silent
each and every moment
i ask my searching soul

is love a dream?
or is it a passing shadow?
is it like the melting snow?
or is love just a dream?

the tender words whisered?
the kisses and flowers?
in those silent hours;
the tender words whispered?

i ask my heart
i hear him say to me
love is just to know and be
just follow me your heart

before i answer one question
i'm hit with yet another
sometimes i feel not to bother
to ask the greatest question.

(To everyone asking this question)