Chasing a girl with cards and flowers,
Only to stop once you have her heart...
That’s not Love.
Opening your legs for a man,
Just so you can get the ring...
That’s not Love.
Just so you can get the ring...
That’s not Love.
Answering anger with anger,
Or cutting words with sharper swords...
That’s not Love either.
Or cutting words with sharper swords...
That’s not Love either.
Love is when you bear an impossible cost,
But spare your friend from the story.
It’s offering a gift of immeasurable value,
Without notating who it is from.
It’s when you are dying,
but you give your grandson a cheerful smile.
It’s when you see your dearest lover,
Marrying someone else,
And you actually wish them the best...
And mean it.
That’s Love.
The rest of the definitions are bullshit.
