"What is love?"
What is love?
Questions, fights - that's never enough,
Like a white dove,
And then - there's a thought,
What is love?
Love is pure,
It has to be mature,
Cause what kind of love is that,
If you're having a chit-chat?
What is love?
Love is a person that cares,
That you love how he smells.
Someone who won't run away,
Someone who knows how to play.
Because love isn't a thing.
It's someone we love.
That we laugh at their joke,
So hard that we choke.
We appreciate what they do,
So we love what they do.
Then I think to myself:
Even if my standards are low,
How hard it is to find love?
