Does any man 

truly understand

what it really means

to love And be loved in return

 

To know 

that the better half

of yourself 

is someone else

and that their better half is you

 

I'm sure I'm not perfect

And I'm sure you're not, either

But nevertheless, I can't help but

want to Be with you every moment

 

What is love?

A noun or a verb?

Of the head or of the heart?

Don't even know where it stops or starts

 

This tingling in my toes

this feeling that only grows

The way I love you 

always shows

 

Looking past flaws

Seeing the good, with the draws

Maybe by accident, maybe at first sight

Maybe with a friend, but always bringing light

 

I've been many places

worn many faces

and I've never seen anything

as beautiful as you

 

Is it destiny? 

Is it God?

Or is it sheer luck 

that with the arrow, I've been struck

 

Even though it's true

I don't have a clue

how we'll live, what I'll be

if things'll work out happily

 

But I know that together, we'll stay

We'll always find a way, and whether it be

80 years or 80 days

you'll always be able to amaze

 

People think love is just an emotion

That it's just a feeling, a notion

That's it's happiness and butterflies 

and never wiping tears from eyes

 

But it's compromise, and strife

because love is really a way of life

It's putting her before yourself 

sacrificing your own health

 

If I've learned anything from love

it's that I know nothing thereof 

That love is a paradox, a mystery

immeasurable throughout history

 

That it shows itself in infinite ways

Manifests itself in countless displays

That it can be found in smallest "how was your day?"s

the "How're you doing?"s, the "Are you ok?"

 

Does any man 

truly understand

what it really means

to love And be loved in return