A burning passion to just see her
The thought of her smiling at you
The feeling of her holding you
Have you ever felt pain
When she cries
It's her tears you contain
And it's her tears you dry
Have you ever felt sad
When she's down
Do you feel bad
As it comes around
Have you ever felt joy
As much as this since you were a boy
When you catch a glimpse of her
You begin to wonder
Why do you still hope for her
Why do you hold her dear
It remains a fear
To let go of her
You have found something
That people spend their whole life searching
It's a gift from above
A little thing called love
posted by when i was asked what is love, i think about you @ 2:25 pm
