What is love to you?

Is it hearts and lace

and chocolate vows

seeking your embrace?

Is it a shape perhaps?

Something we learn

in kindergarten?

Ingrained in our brains

from birth?

What is love to you, sweets?

Is it secret promises

spoken on riverbanks

and so on?

Is it eleven roses in his hand? And

one more in his mouth?

Why don't you take it

with your tongue?

Is that love then?

When you take him with your tongue?