What Is Love

What is love, I asked the dove,
Sitting high up in her tree,
She looked down and cast a frown,
And said these words to me,
"Love is lust without a rust,
My friend, one day you will see!
You'll fly high, above the sky,
Only then will you be free,"
Beautiful dove, soaring high above,
For how can I trust thee?
I've been around, and all I've found,
Just isn't as it seems,
"Look into my eyes, you'll know I'm wise,
You'll see your body around me!"
So I looked above, there was no dove,
For my heart had said this to me!

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