• Love,
    what a thing.
    It makes you dance,
    it makes you sing.
    It makes you cry,
    and sometimes die.
    But life, it always alters,
    our hearts never faulter.
    We live on, go through
    hard times, comforting, and new.
    We all know it to be true;
    for it, Love has to do.
    Love,
    it makes a ring,
    it bonds us by link;
    an everlong chain.
    It makes me think,
    and makes me ponder,
    But I don't know why I wonder.
    I can't find the question, nor the answer,
    so I still enjoy the sweet feeling,
    never endulging, never fearing,
    just waiting for it to come.
    For all it does, never some.
    So don't despair,
    no pulling your hair.
    Let some tears drop,
    then hold your head high.
    You know why it died.
    Hug your friends,
    it never ends.
    Love,
    what a thing...