i always ask my soul <br />but it goes silent <br />each and every moment <br />i ask my searching soul <br /> <br />is love a dream? <br />or is it a passing shadow? <br />is it like the melting snow? <br />or is love just a dream? <br /> <br />the tender words whisered? <br />the kisses and flowers? <br />in those silent hours; <br />the tender words whispered? <br /> <br />i ask my heart <br />i hear him say to me <br />love is just to know and be <br />just follow me your heart <br /> <br />before i answer one question <br />i'm hit with yet another <br />sometimes i feel not to bother <br />to ask the greatest question. <br /> <br />(To everyone asking this question)<br /><br />Ezekiel Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-love-64/
