Love: the one thing in life we can’t survive without, We find our love and we just want to shout it out, Sharing it with the world, Because they deserve to see our happiness, As much as we deserve to be happy. But what is love? The connection to another? The touch of a lover? What is love? The writing in the stars? Someone who supports you as you are? Is love the bloom in spring? The beautiful harmony of summer? The crisp autumnal leaves scattered on the ground? The crunch of footsteps in fresh snow? What is love? Unconditional and pure, When you’re certain of someone,when your sure. Love is a disguise, a rouse. love is something that leaves you broken and blue. Love is not the truth. It is something we chase but never obtain, It is something that we feel we have to gain. But that feeling is false, We lose a piece of ourselves every time we get close. Love is the lie that keeps us alive.