What does Love mean?

What does love mean? I don't know
Every time I write a rhyme someone I love goes
Do things really come to pass, or do things just flow
Berries on the wind, a heartless echo
What is wrong with us, on this mortal earth
Why do we love to see, another man's blood squirt
And cover pavement steps, big houses and the church
Ten generations of mice as children, all left up in the lurch
I think that life's a curse, or maybe that is love
I'm stuck inside an icy sculpture digging up the mud
I'm stuck inside an empty shop rolled up in a rug
I know that I'm a good guy but I'm treated like a thug
I want to run up to the statue and give it a great big hug
But people in the street who see will think that I'm on drugs
I want to run up to the world, and put it in my pocket
But killing the kings and soldiers wasn't what I promised

What does love really mean I'm so confused
I'm hated by enemies and loved by my muse
I paint her in my pictures in reds and greens and blues
In a simple sculpture I'm shaping all her truth
What does love really mean I'm so confused
I'm hated by enemies and loved by my muse
I paint her in my pictures in reds and greens and blues
In a simple sculpture I'm shaping all her truth

I make her quite exact sticking to the pre-planned track
I crafted in my head before now I'm turning back
To my soul, to finish off my goal to finish off my gold
Cos her beauty is so rare it's rarely ever sold
I should probably say never she's looking so much better
In real life than what I could ever meld
And in my mortal mental heaven dwells
Her, she, the one who I need for the ego
Swell that occurs hear my words well
I feel like a genius sometimes but she escapes my cells
My ventricle collapses when she escapes my synapses
She's like a fire I can't put out the matches
Of desire not good out, here, am I
I'm looking like a maniac with a mad eye
Squinted, she's my sentimental beauty
but she's never tinted, duly

What does love really mean I'm so confused
I'm hated by enemies and loved by my muse
I paint her in my pictures in reds and greens and blues
In a simple sculpture I'm shaping all her truth

We met one time, while walking in a park
She looked inside my chest, put
Light hand on the dark Thing that was inside
It made me feel alive for the first time in like
What felt like my life
Warm was the phonograph the soaking bath
The little games, the little laugh
We played our life away
But love is learned and love is lost
Still, I loved what she would say
Looking at me in a glance romance
Was the way we twisted up our spines, doing doing a dance
Entwined like fine cobwebs on a tree
She was the honey baby I was the bee
I knew her, and she knew me and then we/
Stepped forward into the l-i-g-h-t
I said we stepped forward, into a dream
Seeing where life would lead

What does love really mean I'm so confused
I'm hated by enemies and loved by my muse
I paint her in my pictures in reds and greens and blues
In a simple sculpture I'm shaping all her truth

I'll make her my wife crazy hair in a wedding dress
The way I love her I feel like I've been blessed
We talk through all the night there's no time for rest
I look at the moon's centre ignoring all the crest
She is the inventor of whatever phase that next
Begins in my epochs of revolution
Cutting out the ancient smog fog noise pollution
Moving to the skies where devils dance and liars lie
But we walk in our space suits looking more than fly
We sit up on Saturn watching patterns bounce
I moved to mars, trading shooting stars
Now I'm the Martian count
We went out to the moon some time before noon
And rented out a little house with a big bedroom
We had a baby he grew up on Titan's polars
The name became a claim to fame we named him baby solar