I think I know what love is, forgiveness for a start

Room for those you love to hate somewhere inside your heart

There are those who say that love is naught, but gossip column news

Or old roller skates that fasten to the bottom of your shoes, love

 

Some say love's a meditation on everything we are

Good, bad and indifferent, self-righteous and bizarre

It's right there in the crosshairs, our every last mistake

The sinners we've made holy, the saints we've burned at stake

 

If love is revelation and love we thus receive

It all comes down to knowing less than most of us alone believe

 

If you're asking me what love is, here's what I might say

You can find it out there anywhere on any given day

It's an endless stream of consciousness obtained in drips and drabs

And a chance to do the right thing when there's no one keeping tabs

 

If love is what we make it as you reap so you sow

The yang and yin, the where and when, the first and last to come and go

Love is all creation, love is manifest

It's love when we're all given life and love when we're all laid to rest