Love

What is love, is it real, do we feel it
Is it amusement, or part of our life
Is it ours to keep, like a banana split
Do we enjoy it, is it having a wife?
Is it family, or lucky underwear
When does it end, or dies it ever stop
Will it make you a multimillionare?
Or owner of a novelty shop?

Love is not a match you play with your friend
Love may be fun, but surely not a game
If not taken seriously, a bitter end
You have your laughs and your bloody shame
It may last a long, or finish up quick
So take it, cherish it, whilst it your trick