Love's so strange.
It's really quite deranged.
About you all things change.
You'll do anything for a flame.
Even grow your hair and change your name.
It drives me mad with sickness grand.
When in love nothing is ever bland.
You feel alive.
Where every nerve does juke and jive.
Even simple things make you cry.
For your love you'd gladly die.
It is so strange. I truly can't explain.
The utter insanity of this game.
So when you find that special dame.
You'll truly understand what is so strange.
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Topic(s): love educates
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