What is love?
Is it some kind of joke that breaks you to pieces?
Is it a feeling that makes you stay up all night
Thinking about a special someone who stole a piece of your heart?
I don’t think so.
Love is kind and patient,
It does not brag nor get jealous
It cannot be broken because it’s strong
Love is special and be careful because if you lose it,
You lose a piece of yourself too.