� �Who can say what love is? Does it start in the mind or the heart?� �When I hear discussions on what love is, everybody speaks a different part.� �Love is funny or it's sad or it's quiet or it's mad. It's a good thing or it's bad, but beautiful.� �Beautiful to take a chance and if you fall, you fall. And I'm thinking I wouldn't mind at all.� �Love is tearful or it's gay. It's a problem or it's play. It's a heartache either way, but beautiful.� �And I'm thinking if you were mine, I'd never let you go. And that would be but beautiful, I know.� �Love is tearful or it's gay. It's a problem or it's play. It's a heartache either way, but beautiful.� �But beautiful. And I'm thinking if you were mine, I'd never let you go. And that would be but beautiful.� �I know.�