What is love ?

 

So what is love when it is there,

for I've found out it’s never fair.

It is unequal from the start,

and almost sure to beak your heart.

 

If you're woman or a man,

you’d better run, now, while you can.

Don't take the chance, you'll not survive,

no matter just how hard you strive.

 

But can we live without the beat,

of rushing blood when two hearts meet.

Of mad gyrations, lost in time,

the breathlessness that feels sublime.

 

For when two bodies weave and mingle,

and ev’ry nerve end starts to tingle.

When two are one and one is all,

 fused and melting to enthral.

 

What’s love about; I ask again,

this heady mix of pleasure's pain.

Could be the question’s too complex -

- if I'm confusing love - with sex!