“What is love?” asks the little girl,
With wide-eyed innocence.
Is it in poetry or music?
Is it the scent of roses?
“What is true love?” asks the young lady,
With an inquisitive look.
Is it that special queasy feeling?
Is it in the passionate embrace?
“What is the meaning of love?” asks the grandma,
With a twinkle in her eyes.
Undying love is unfailing empathy,
And a kind word in spite of pain.