Do it grow within the rose vine, could it rise up like its petals in the summer time.
Could it be made out of cushion as fake or hard and real like diamonds.
Do it glide along the wind, while saying catch me if you can.
Can it be sold
like slaves back in the day.
I'm trying to think but feeling it is more then what i could just say.
Can it be endured as fake
can it easily slid thru like a hole in a open gate.
I know Its something that can be given
But how so easily
I guess for people who are willing to open their hearts.
I know its something we learn from the very moment we start to live.
So I ask what is love
Do it really beat within us
or just a bunch of foolish stuff
that got people out acting crazy
It takes Its victim fast
I know I'm not the only nor the last
Each minute ,each seconded
Everyday
but I do know
Its better then what I could say.