Love is a Funny Thing

Love is a Funny Thing

Love is a funny thing,
You love the morning sun that shines,
Your best friend, your family, your partner in life.
But how do we know which love is real?
Or is it beauty and nature that our hearts should feel?
Why can love be so different, so surreal?

If I say I love my dog,
Does it mean I don't love you?
For my dog can be my best friend, too,
Can we only love one, and not another?
Does the heart allow just one love to pursue?
Or are there many loves for us to seek?
Love is a funny thing.

We’re told to love just one,
But how can that be true?
I love my grandmother,
And my brother too.
Who controls my love for who?
Can we love more than one? Who says we cannot?
Love is a funny thing.

You may fall in love for a day,
Then realize it’s not meant to stay.
A week might pass, you still feel the same,
But love shifts, it’s never just a game.
Is it just best friends, from start to end?
Or does love bloom for better or worse, my friend?
Love is a funny thing.

We all want forever,
But does forever truly last?
Can love disappear with the next sunset,
Or be washed away with the next tide, so fast?
Is being best friends the truest deal?
What’s the meaning of love that we feel?
Is it soulmates, or just words we've heard?
Love is a funny thing.

Is making love the same as being in love?
Or are they two roads, side by side,
Leading to places we can’t always decide?
Can we love another, and still love the first?
Can love be touched, or am I touched by love’s thirst?
When I fall in love, is the only pain I feel is the cost of love?
Who controls when I am to love?
Love is a funny thing.

I love my food,
I love a cold drink,
But does that mean I still love you,
Or is love just a passing wink?
Who stops the feeling of love?
Who saves you from the sudden fall of love?
Love is a funny thing.

Does love have an age?
Can it cross all lines,
From the young to the old,
From the old to the young,
Is it timeless, or confined by time?
Love is a funny thing.

They say I should love just one,
But which one should it be?
My best friend, my dog, the morning sun,
My food, the cold drink next to me?
Can love make time stand still?
Or does love shift with time’s will?
Can love break hearts, or heal them so?
Is love so powerful it makes us glow?
Love is a funny thing.

You told me you loved someone else,
And I wondered, what does that mean?
Can love overlap, or must it be clean?
Am I in love with my dog?
Am I in love with the sunset’s glow?
Am I betraying your love by doing so?
How do we decide who to love, and how?
What love do we cultivate, here and now?
Love is a funny thing.

Can love be virtual, or must it be real?
Can you fall for a message, an email, or a show?
Does love have shape, a weight, a feel?
Is love so heavy it can crush the invisible,
Can love crush our spirit or thoughts untouchable?
Does it sparkle like your eyes, or like the morning glow
On waves that crash and fade below?
Is it in person, or just a glow?
Can a smile alone, make the love grow?
Love is a funny thing.

But maybe love’s not so funny at all—
If I had to choose, I’d stand tall.
In a world of shifting tides and wings,
There’s one truth my heart brings:
I would choose you, through everything,
Maybe love’s not so funny after all.