What is it really?
Being able to fall into the arms of someone freely?
Always having someone to talk to?
Or always having someone to walk to?

Love can only be what you make it
But some people choose to break it
Some people choose to use it
And some people choose to lose it

You never truly know what love is until you experience it
That warm feeling in your heart ignites when you are nearest
When you see the one in which you swoon
Your feelings can almost take you to the moon

But love can also hurt
It makes you want to scream and blurt
But once again that feeling greets you
You cant resist, you let it treat you

Love is a cycle
Every single emotion recycled
For what is love?
That’s for you to decide
But until than I hope you can make it worth your time