They call it LOVE.

-Love isn't defined nor have a meaning. It is only felt.

When he told you you're pretty;

You feel perfect.

That a simple stare;

You'll feel the care.

That a touch;

You'll feel the warmth.

That as you hear him hum;

You feel your heart screaming,

Lub-dub, lub-dub.

That when he says your name;

As if it's the sweetest word.

That when you feel nothing;

He'll shelter you in his wings and find yourself flying.

That when it gets cold;

He holds you tight.

And when it gets colder;

He'll hold you tighter,


And tighter. .