What is Love? Why do o' so many people, talk, gossip, think about love? What is it.. What is love? It is when you cuddle on the couch, in the warmth of firelight... It is an old couple, waltzing down the world's red carpet, holding hands. Or maybe, maybe it's a kiss, shared between two. Maybe, maybe it's a loving glance, a caring touch, a special smile. Still, the mystery of love begs me, it calls my name, untill I stop. I must know, truely, I must know! What, my friend, what is love? Was Poe right about love in his sombor way? He wrote about Lenore, the dear lost Lenore, but, but tell me, did he really love her? This is important, I swear! What is love, I really do implore! Is love a hug, or is love a kiss? Is love a friend, or is love crisis? Please my friend, tell me, is love just a locked door? Is love a mystery, and am I yet another detective, looking, looking for.. Tell me, Tell me my dear, what is love?
I'm glad you don't think it's corny . When I wrote this I was confused with life and so I just wrote something down. This is what it turned up with. I guess it could be considered thoughtful... I also think Poe was an awesome writer, one of the best, even though he went mad in the later years of his life.
