She Asked

She asked me what love was, I gave her a simple answer, Love is reflective, very reflective, It' a two way busy street, It appears better in pictures than in reality, You never know when it is enough to love someone, You never know where and when not to love, You ask me a question to tell you that I love you, It only need eight letters, but I will be lying to you, For I'm a time bomb, waiting for that last second count, I blow everything close to me