What Is Love?

What is love?
Is it the way a bluebird sings
In the early hours of the rising sun?
Or is it the way a fire burns,
Licking away every shadow in it's path?
Perhaps it's how the sea sends kisses to the shore
And always returns to give another.
It could even be how lightning touches the horizon,
For love is hidden everywhere.
I think, though, that the only answer to what love is
Is the way I feel for you.
It's present when we kiss,
It's in your eyes,
It's laced within every touch.
It's electric and as stubborn as rain clouds;
It won't go away until it is discovered,
And even once it's found,
There's a chance it will bundle up,
Create a nest,
Burrow down deep,
And refuse to ever leave.
So again I ask: what is love?
Darling, it's a pest,
And it won't ever lie.