© Abby Ryan
What is love?
I do not believe
That it is simply lust
For someone I do not need
What is love?
I can not discern.
It is not hate,
That I am sure
I read of love in this book called Light,
But is it true,
Love is not of sight?
They say love is of the heart—
Whatever that means—
Is love a desire?
O tell me please!
I don’t know love,
Is it pure?
I hear once you have it,
You know for sure.
Love can move mountains,
Or so they say,
It can save lives,
In all sorts of ways
Love is of the heart,
Again I hear them say,
Love is more than a spark
That saves the day
Love is a mystery,
Something unknown,
But the greatest discovery,
Or so I am told.
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