What is love

What is love but a fallen star
i dare not grasp for fear it may quickly burn.
But the coolest breeze
i dare not call for fear it may slightly turn.

What is love but a rose.
I dare not touch for fear it may quickly bleed.
But a hungered soul
i dare not show for fear it may want to feed.

What is love but a question
i put to you
i dared not ask for fear
you did not love me
as much as i loved you