Love

Love; it's a difficult word at the very best.

It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that sting.

Besides, what's love gotta do with it?

Pop stars holler and sell a hit,

But it could as well be in a grade school skit.

What does love mean to you and me?

Does it mean my freedom or your slavery?

I love my pizza, and I love my beer,

I love my dog, and conquering fear.

When my team wins, I love to cheer,

And when they lose, I love to jeer.

I love to cuss, and I love to grouse;

I love to laugh, and I love my spouse.

To love so many things is great,

That even I can love to hate.

I love bein' right, and I love bein' seen

In all the right places, or in between.

I love to fight when the time is right,

And the time seems right both day and night.

I love myself, even when I don't,

And I love to choose, even when I won't.

I love to love to love to love,

And especially when push comes to shove.

So what does all this lovin' mean?

Is love from God or just a chromosomal gene?

Is love is very own opposite?

Is love so fine though sometimes shi....?

Oh, I love my pizza, and I love my beer,

I love my dog, and conquering fear.

So, come what may, this much seems clear,

Love's here to stay, from what I hear.