What is love? And where can I find it? Can I draw love? Can I buy it? Do I lock myself away? Can I be a stray? What is love? Can you tell me? When do you feel it? When is it physical? When is it soulfull? Is it okay...to lock my love away? One day my prince will arrive...but will I be ready....ready to cry? Maybe heartbroken is the best way to describe it. Maybe its the one way to leave it. When the door closes behind it. Will your door close? Will mine? Or will we live in eternal bliss, where the rest of the world dies?