What is love, but to tear a piece of my heart,
What is love, but to cause pain of anguish,
What is love, but to feel the loneliness apart,
What is love, but to feel our souls vanquish.

The ache a word can bring,
The emptiness my heart does sing,
The warmth my heart needs,
The sadness that it feeds.

What is love, but to want to feel compassion,
What is love, but to need to feel secure,
What is love, but to need to feel the passion,
What is love, but to feel my heart pure.

The words to fill my soul,
The things I'll never know,
The touch I'll never feel,
The love, was is real?