Love is something we've all known
From childhood 'til we're full grown
And yet it's been a mystery
Since all of time began

What makes a person love someone?
What makes their eyes shine like the sun?
What makes a person feel this way
With the slight touch of a hand?

On and off I've felt this love
And asked some unknown god above
Is there no answer to be found
Of what makes love so grand?

I've searched, and still I have not found
An answer even slightly sound
And love remains a mystery
Now isn't love profound?

 

December 3, 1985