What is love?
Is it a tiger or a dove?
Does it have teeth?
Is it staple, like wheat?
Ask your Mum
She knows all about its sum
Ask your Dad
He’ll tell you it’s no fad
Love, like eggshells, can be broken
For hypocrites, it is a mere token
How you elate when it’s awoken?
A universe in just a word spoken
It is a perfume that perennially lingers
in soulful memories at your fingers
But, would you silently concede
it is most felt in the deed?
so true . Monte this is too good
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