strange.thing

What is this strange thing they call love?
That seeks its way here from above,
Working through incomprehensible ways,
Flirting among hearts then leading astrays,
Finding semblance in the shape of a dove,
Or down in the deep ocean's treasure trove,
Pray tell, what is this thing called love,
That o'ver hills and obstacles doth traverse.

When is this strange thing they call love,
When is it ever bestowed from above?
What does it fulfill in oblique ways,
What aid can it bring to lonely strays?
Why should it possess beauty like a dove,
What mysteries abide in the treasure trove?
Pray tell, what is this thing called love,
How will one know, desires to conserve.