O, what is love? How can you define
A thing not real, and yet so divine?
Is love an attraction, to a heart kind?
To a perfect beauty? Or a beautiful mind?

How can you decide what God has meant,
In creating such feeling? Or you just can't?
Can love cross the gaps, created by looks?
Or is true love, found only in books?

So many questions, so many doubts,
Yet too few with answers to be heard above shouts...

True love is when
You find the one,
The one you can trust,
To whom you hold out none.

True love is when
You stop being the center,
When for another you live,
When another you shelter.

True love is when you finally find
Another who always is there to remind
Why you live at all in this kind of space;
The one that the void in your heart replace;
The one whose life with yours interlace;
The one who's for you the embodiment of grace;
The one for whom you'll give up the chase.

But always remember, that if you won't chance,
Your feelings in a search for a bit of romance,
If you will never change your stance,
If you will stand and never advance,
If you will always keep a distance,
If you are not willing to sense,
Then the life you shall live will have no semblance
To Life.