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«What is love?», you ask

My head spins, recallin' every song

Story, words, and glorious things I ever heard

Every cliché rings in my ears

Like a bell announcin' the birth of a new day

Or the death of yesterday

Depends on how you hear it

I haven’t a clue

So I ask love: «What are you?»

Love replies:

«Can't you feel me?

I’m here

I’m the one holdin' your hand remindin' you not to forget me

I’m the warm feelin' in your belly when you don’t know why

I’m the ache to the core when one someone sways to the other side of a vibe

I’m the tingle of your skin when it’s touched by the tip of a thrill you can

rely on

The knowing, when your eyes meet eyes that recognize yours

And hold you, loose enough to move freely

But tight enough to never let you fall

I’m the breath you take in and let all the way out to the end

When you’re held

And your shoulders drop into arms

You flop that feel like a blanket of truth

And wrap you and sooth you

To the moon you thought was in the sky

I’m the backbone that holds it all together

The vertebrae stacked on top of each other

When it’s all gone pear shaped and wrong

I’m the bitin' on your lip keepin' it zipped

Swallowin' words that could wound and rip apart

I’m choosin' kindness over bein' right

I’m the fight in you when you don’t know how

The light in you when it’s gone right out

I’m life when I’m near, hope without fear

I’m nothin' fancy in a world drippin' in gold

But a beautiful jewel never bought, never sold

And when you open your heart and let me in alone

You’ll know who I am, because I feel like home»