So they asked, 'What's love got to do with it?' And I smiled as I thought of my reply Love, of course, is where all our answers sit Even if, most often, we don't know why Romantic love, the eros, takes control It's a selfish, desperate need-me love A piece of me to justify, inscroll Your life fitting mine like perfection's glove We can take solace in the refuge of Family love, the storge of Ancient Greek Or hold on tight to phileo, thereof The heart of friendship, when life seems less bleak But agapé is the crowning glory Love unconditional, tell your story