Love is what makes my heart beat,
It's also a mystery to me.
I have never known love in my life,
So I don't know what it's supposed to be.
My idea of real love,
Is more than an emotion you feel.
I have felt love for many people,
Only to learn later on it wasn't real.
Love is something I dream about,
It's something I long for and desire.
I pretend my fear of loneliness doesn't bother me,
But I've never been a good liar.
Love is something I'm searching for,
I don't know what to find or even where to start.
But when I've found what I'm looking for,
I'll know it in my heart.