What is Love?

Someone asked me “What is love?”
Is this feeling when you’re hurt?
When you love you see the best
Of this world and ignore the rest.
Your mind’s focused on one thing
On the girl that makes you think
Of her eyes that give you power
And you can be like no other;
Of her lips that you may taste,
That discovers all new ways
To paradise and to heaven
We will be in there together.

She makes you feel the hand of rain,
She makes you see the future’s train,
The desert whispers in your ear,
Hold her hand and have no fear.
Be happy even if you are confused,
‘Cause you love her so be mused.
I don’t know what love means,
I can’t explain it but it seems
That everyone wants to love not cry
To be happy until they die.