What is love?

A warm feeling

Like the embers from a campfire

That turn stark, cold nights

Into memories that make your spirits soar

higher?

What is love?

Is it the butterflies in your stomach

That flutter and fight and riot

When you see The One and you know

That he can make you fall hard and never

let go?

What is love?

A gentle caress?

A light touch?

A whisper against your skin?

A craving that's too much?

Whatever love is,

It is there.

Call it destiny or fate

But it is an inevitable trap that will ensnare.