Is it something that comes naturally,
Are we prone to it actually,
“Should” I know of it without being taught,
Is it something that through our genes,
We shouldn’t have to be of it bought…?
I ask these questions for some days I feel,
Just what the hell is love; we say it of everything, even a meal,
We love everything or nothing or of those things hate,
I wonder sometimes if love is just a word,
Or will we find out when we reach our final fate…?
I have felt love, or so I’ve thought,
But I can’t explain it even if I was of it caught,
Teaching us do our parents while we are up brought,
Can you explain it, for I cannot,
As for my whole life I have of love sought…
© ed ~ 5/21/12