It’s a crazy feeling, so hard to understand.
We just call it love, Oh! It sounds so grand.
They say it ain’t about you and me, it’s about us.
Ridiculous terms, ludicrous ideas – an abominable fuss.
It’s about teenage fantasies and mid-day dreams.
It cannot be learnt, it’s to be experienced, it seems.
It’s about this world where all is right, all is magic.
Joys abound, they say nothing there ever is tragic.
It’s about letting another share just how you feel.
It seems untrue, like a story, so very unreal.
They do claim it occurs even in reality.
Not just in small towns, even in the big city.
It’s like these wings, high up, it lets you soar.
There cannot be any malice, it’s just happiness galore.
It comes with this promise of lasting forever.
Through up and down , it’ll die out never.
It’s about belief, faith is only what does matter.
They say it won’t let you down, your dream shall not shatter.
And they say, it’s about sweet nothings, mindless patter.
Once found, it’s yours to keep, it shall never scatter.
It’s the feeling, that person that’s all important.
It brings prodigious times, there’s no chance to be despondent.
If you find, to last until eternity , it’s meant.
Bright, merry is every together moment spent.
It leaves you happy, fills life with cheer and blossom.
Truly, of all emotions, it is the most awesome.
It does come with a warning : if lost, forever it's gone.
Leaving you alone, in despair, melancholic , forlorn.
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