I am afraid I know very little about love,
Always afraid of losing those I love,
I am yet to learn how to let go,
And how to run the show.

How can I tell you the truth?
When I won’t pledge my troth?
Though I am of age,
I am not a sage!

Invulnerable, Unraw, Impregnable,
Irresolute, Impertinent, Inaccessible,
How can I know about Love?
When I am a knave.

What is love, who will teach me?
Jesus will teach me,
Diogenes will teach me?
Will you teach me?.

What of happiness?
What is happiness?
Happiness and Love?
I am still naïve.

P.S.This is a response to my friend, Pascal who opined that I know something about love and happiness