The mystery of love

By Nicole Whitehouse

Love...            

What is love?

Is it an emotion,

Is it a chemical explosion,

Is it something you can keep in a flask,

Or something you can wear like a mask?

I stand here pondering,

What i mean is wondering,

Wondering whether the is any love left in the world,

Not roses and doves,

Not soppy stuff you see in the streets,

Which sometimes makes me want to scream,

Not the whole 'i love you, you love me,

Let’s get married and have three',

I'm talking about when boy meets girl,

And girl meets boy,

When the is an instant flow,

And there smiles start to glow,

I can't name it,

I can't explain it,

But, somehow, they just know,

They are soul mates for life,

We might as well forget about that,

Because love is a thing of dreams,

Because all couples like to do it fight and scream,

A thing that can mislead,

And disserve,

Love, love,

What is love?

© Nicole Whitehouse