What is Love?

Strong as Cupid those in love are to me
Greater than he I would argue they be.
For when they so few walk around so carefree,
They make me ask myself “What is love to thee?”
“Love!” I cry out “What are you?”
“What things do you bring through?”
“Do you make the heart move high and low,
Or do you make time move slow?”
“Do you make the eyes go blind?
Or fill with euphoria the mind?”
But love perhaps can be in any such thing
A language, a song, even a learning,
But is that the love I seek and see
In those few I extol around me?
No, I nary say.
Matters of life have kept true love at bay.

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