We connected in a heartbeat
like a single board and dart beat
And i wondered if it could be
if it ever could be love.

When you make that real connection
between now and intervention
When nothing can ever quite
again seem to be enough.

What is love? A bed of roses?
Happiness? In pictures? Poses?
Is it something that you can hold?
And you can feel and you can touch?

Is it romance over dinner?
Falling on a backwards spinner?
Is it man and wife forever?
Some feel it once? Some maybe never?

Is it beauty? Sometimes sex?
Sometimes do they both connect?
Is it holding hands and butterflies?
Bursting hearts and clear blue skies?

Is it lots of dates? Relationships?
Sometimes whole? Sometimes in bits?
Something like a flower that will blossom
and will grow?
Is love best clear or never shown?

What is love? A bed of roses?
Happiness? In pictures? Poses?
Is it something that you can hold?
And you can  feel and you can touch?
Can you ever have enough
of that which is known as true love?