What is Love?

Love is a kind of emotion

That always pursues the heart

Love is a kind of feeling

That never lets the lover apart

It turns to be the magic

That lovers ever need

It turns to be the passion

On which lovers feed

For which you can leave the whole world

As you fly like a free bird

For you have got a strange addiction

Of the love that’s just a fiction

Love needs love and not any reason

For it’s in every moment and every season

Love is a kind of desire

That wakes up with a lot a flame

Love is a kind of prosecution

That doesn’t let the lover blame

It comes so secretly

That one could never feel

It attacks so smoothly

And never miss to kill

Though to you it may be new world

But it flies like a true bird

That doesn’t make any shelter

And you only want to get her

Love needs love and not any reason

For it’s in every moment and every season

Love is a kind of disease

That has never got any cure

Love is a hallucination

That never lets the lover be sure

It shows him the illusion

It shows him the delight

But when he opens his eyes

There is a different sight

Whatever the love contains

It never has any gains

Though the lovers have true faith

In the life worse than death

Love needs love and not any reason

For it’s in every moment and every season

Love needs love and not any reason

For it’s in every moment and every season