What is love, is it only a word?
A meaningless saying that everyone's heard?
Or is it a rainbow, brightening the skies?
Glowing and sparkling like fire-lit eyes?
What is love, it is just an emotion?
A clinging, compulsory, sense of devotion?
Or is it an albatross; wings spread wide?
Contentedly singing with nothing to hide?
Where is love, is it all around?
Here beside me, stuck in the ground?
Or is it in heaven, up in the sky?
Protected by angels and dreams that can fly?
Why does love make you so narcotic?
Why does it make you so unable to stop it?
What is love, is it simply a feeling?
A confusing word we're all naively believing?
Or, is love my heart?
Waiting, just waiting, to be broken apart?
last 2 lines could read read or, is love my heart that's not yet torn apart GREAT POEM really... good rhyme and visuals... just an idea for the end because you are using couplets - you should stay with that form throughout the whole poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
like the metaphors: and whatever anyone else says, i like the ending as it is. it ties all the other couplets together. its wonderful, don't change it!