What is this feeling that we all exclaim
It makes us angry enough to kill
A foreign language spoken only in fiction.
What is love?
Is it the feeling of a child to a toy
Or a man in the place he’s employed
Some say it’s undefined
Others say it’s in the mind
I say that whilst love is
A moderate waste of time
It differs amongst people.
Your love is your love
My love is my love.
So on and so forth
And that is the beauty of this