You Don't Know What Love Is

You don’t know what love is,
Until you’ve learned the meaning of the blues.
Until you’ve loved a love you’ve had to lose,
You don’t know what love is.

You don’t know how lips hurt,
Until you’ve kissed and had to pay the cost.
Until you’ve flipped your heart and you have lost,
You don’t know what love is.

Do you know how a lost heart fears
The thought of reminiscing?
And how lips that taste of tears
Lost their taste for kissing?

You don’t know how hearts burn
For love that cannot live,
Yet never dies.
Until you’ve faced each dawn with sleepless eyes,
You don’t know what love is.