What is love?
What is love? I think, I don't know,
It's maybe storm, it's maybe rainbow,
Maybe goodly, maybe deadly,
Maybe quietly, maybe madly.
When I think that what is love,
I see white roses and red hearts,
See many smiles and many tears,
Anxious waiting and needless fear.
I hear love confession and words separation,
Hear rustle of a bouquets and expletive shouting,
Hear sounds of slap and heart flaps,
Hear whisper of lips and doors flips.
And what is love? I think, I dont know,
It's many senses, one hundred in one,
It's maybe dream and maybe life crown,
It's all maybe true and maybe no...
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