So the age old question;
what is love?

I've asked myself that question too, but of answers, I'm lacking thereof,

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My girl seems to think it's all about emotions and touch,

But honestly, to me, that just doesn't sound like very much.

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I ask her so often; what do you want from me? What's the endgame?

My heart? My body? My soul or my last name?

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It's practically written in the constitution that you have to marry,

Raise four kids, wear a suit and call yourself Mr Harry,

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But I just don't see that as happily ever after,

Mowing the lawn, trimming the hedge and providing your neighbor's with that fake laughter,

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I don't want a white picket fence, a goodie little wife, nor drive a family van,

I just want to wake up next to you every morning, just because I can,

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A ring on your finger doesn't symbolize my love for your beautiful soul,

Respect and trust will do that, and most of all, self-bloody-control,

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I respect a no, I praise a yes,

but most of all, I help you through tough times, when you're a bawling, gorgeous mess,

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Just like you push me away, you pull me so close, I hope you'll never let go,

Even when I lose my fucking brains and get down so pathetically low...

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I love you and you love me, even despite of all that I do that you're intolerant of,

And that right there, if you honestly ask me,
is true love.

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