What is love to me is not what is love to you
Cause though I believe in love, my definition may not be true
It may be a figment of what mind likes to believe and see
It may be that what I feel is love is just what makes me happy
I know I love Captain Crunch but is that true love for me?
A crunchy sweetened taste with milk flowing until it becomes soggy?
No that can't be love because if it is than it's not real
It’s not about taste or sights its all about how you feel
It’s pure because it’s not influenced by the touch of someone else
Nobody's opinion matters with this; its worth is determined by self
I tried to learn about love because I thought that was what I sought
But I learned quickly love can be absorbed through experience but never taught
I met a girl who easily made me smile and faint
Whatever I was feeling provided such a great restraint
And for motivation purposes it was such a great strength
For her unlike others I would do whatever it takes
Because I could see the world like I had never seen it before
I could unlock parts of my mind that had previously been locked doors
And though once I was in pain its like now I had salvation.
Passion and solitude wasn't my choice, it had become my daily situation
And that had changed because this girl was now my main concentration
And during my ultimate high I sadly realized this was pure infatuation
Which meant it was never love though I had wished it might be
Infatuation means ignoring a person's flaws and dismissing reality
Had I done it for her and had she done that for me?
It was painful because my hope began to fade back to reality
We had been searching for something that neither could provide
So we let go of whatever it was and I went back to keeping it all inside
And that’s where it remains to this day because I hate to say
That I fell for the possibility of love and lived to fight another day
So what is love for me cannot be defined by what I see
But next time I'll make sure that before I trust love I know its reality