It's been 3 weeks
It's been 3 years
And 3 words are spoken
Whispered into your ear
I love you
You pause to take it in
And grasp what it means
You feel it
Just like the denim in your jeans
This thing
Just unseen
This thing that Amerie sings
And Shakepshere writes
And has me tossing and turning at night
Love
Just what defines it
See I know I've been in
But have yet to question
Just what is love
Webster doesn't seem to know
This feeling passed me at go
I didn't collect 200 dollars
I can name a few fathers
Who loved their wives
But closed their eyes
And dreamed of someone else
An abusive boyfriend hit her with the belt
But he does it cause he loves her
Is it just that absurd to stop and ask
What is love
See I don't like that person
But I love that person
The love of my life is on a gameshow
Hidden behind a curtain
Is love to be planned
Even though that condom broke
And now that boy
Suddenly becomes a man
Can someone tell me what love is
See it's not any of my business
Just trying to make sure I am was or will be
In it
That word is so often spoken but never felt
And sure I want my heart to melt
Except my hand was poorly dealt
By some fat baby with an arrow
I just can't seem to get this definition
Of this thing we call love
Webster can't define it
So I figure Webster hasn't found love
That seems to be the case
For all the men in this place
Who can't see why
Love is so blind
Cupids arrow is unkind
And you've got to be out your mind
To understand this thing called love
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