What is love?

What is love?

This is a question i ask my self to much.

Is love something you can buy,

or something that you can earn.

Can you rap it up like a gift,

or do you have to find it in this maze

called life.

What is love?

Can you find it in a store next to the 

beds,

or is it next to the toys?

Is love in the air,

 or on the ground,

What is love?

No one ever knows what love is,

and we might never find out.

But their is one thing i know,

about love.

And that is,

That i caught it.

Author's Note

please review.

Reviews

[Christine McNead]

I love this because I always am asking myself about love too! It's good to know that everyone gets confused about it sometimes, and I love how you ended it so sweetly like that. Great job! Keep up the good work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Your words are true. Love is the reason we can face life and can see the good in a day. Many kind of love. A person who lived for kindness and love. Will know good things in a life. Thank you for a beautiful and positive poem.
Coyote

[Kaely Lynn]

FAVORITE ONE :D. ... i guess no one knows what love is exzactly.. just a good thing.. i guess. keep writeing !!!!

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The unanswered question! Love is always up for interpretation. It means something different to everyone. Excellent subject, and a poem for wonder.

[BrynnaW.]

I agree with Kim S. Love is hard to define. Good job on this poem! I really enjoyed it! Keep on writing and Good job!

[deeps]

Love is hard to really define, it can mean different things to different people. I really enjoyed what you had to say here. Very nicely done.