Please tell me what is love,
Is it a Godsend from above;
It gives us a feeling inside,
That comes in like the tide.

Hitting us with much force,
With having no remorse;
You have a feeling so grand,
Desire to strike up the band.

A song that fills your heart,
You never wanting to part;
All seems sunny and bright,
Because it feels so right.

Your mind is at a high,
As you give off a sigh;
When having one another,
You desire no other.

But when she’s gone,
It feels so wrong;
You try to wonder why,
Feel like you want to die.

Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer