Love . . .
Is love just a word
Or is it real?
Is it just something to be heard
Or is it something you can feel?
Is love something clean and pure?
Or just part of daily strife?
How would I know, how could I be sure?
Would it just ... come to life?
Is it from above?
Or does it just wander around?
Is it just a symbol? ... a dove?
Will it ever come down?
Is love known to the lonely child
Who lives in solemn grief?
Is love known to the drunken bum
Who's drink is his relief?
Is love known to the old and gray
Who is objected because of age?
Is love known by the juvenile delinquent
Who withstands his parents' rage?