What is This Thing Called Love
What is this thing called love
That rips and tears at my heart?
Knowing how much love hurts me,
Why did I allow love to start?
Yet what is loneliness but a need for love
A void that cries to be filled?
An absence of love that teases in dreams
A restlessness that longs to be stilled?
Why do I have tears late at night
Endlessly flowing down my cheeks?
Is it because I’m desperate for love
And for the companionship my heart seeks?
When will romance come my way
Giving me a brand new start?
I don’t want to see a barren world
With no connections to my heart.
How do I find the one for me
Who waits for a heart like mine?
Where will I discover what is true
And find that new love divine?
I’ll wait and hope for ages yet,
I know she is somewhere near.
Soon she’ll be within my arms
Where I keep things I hold dear.
What is this thing called love?
No answer will suffice.
For it seems to be a combination
Of flames, sacrifice, and ice.
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Love is sometimes an overrated emotion and yet without it life is not worth living.