What is Love?

Love is a feeling shared by two
Bonds you firmly with a glue
It drives you even to derring-do
Or refreshes you like the dew

Its when you enjoy a silent do-si-do
Or don’t bother about a whoop-de-do
Discovering love is a feeling of ooh
Kicks you up and is easy to pursue

It’s expressed by countless Billets-doux
Its not asked for but endued
Not expressed by just writing in the loo
Lust is not what we ensue
True love is rare enjoyed by few


Love is like flu
Ends up making you fordo
Memories stuck up with goo
Be it old be it new
Some people screw others rue
This is how we all grew

To express love you don’t need a guru
Everyone experiences this hitherto
It’s not a stroke you can miscue
Love is a feeling you always knew
There is nothing you can misdo

But still people find it hard to continue
It seems easy to slew
Love always ends up with a ow
Could be because of a pooh-pooh
World could seem like a long queue
Love ain’t something you can redo
The end draws a painful review
Memories haunt that can’t be shooed
Charming princess seems a shrew
Emotions piled up spills up like spew

Love ain’t a state of stew
Nor is it something subdue
Love is permanent like a tattoo
Most importantly its true

Love is what I felt for you
You won’t disagree with my point of view
Was I bewitched or was it a voodoo
It finally turned connoisseur to a yahoo