What is love, and why do I want it?
Why do those who have it always seem to flaunt it?Is it a tender kiss upon the lips,
A warm embrace and swaying hips?
Is it the look in her eyes when she smiles
That makes you forget everything, if only for a while?Is it a meeting of minds with a sense of trust,Or a passionate romance filled with lust?
Is it the feeling of peace when she's in your arms,Or is that just her, using her charms?
What is love, and why do I want it?
Why do those who have it always seem to flaunt it?
