WHAT IS LOVE?

O, what is love? Pray tell me,

Is it the merger for a kiss,

Of two dribbling lips and tongues?

Is she the lost sister of pain?

Is it passion dressed the other way?

Or a leisure for those who have none?

O, what is love? Does it dwell in me?

Is it my warm breath when I pray?

Is it the silence she cannot say?

Is it music so one can listen?

Oh tell me, can I touch it! Oh My!

O Love! Explain thyself in a better way,

What? Really? Oh listen what she says,

She says she is a stranger to herself!