What is this that we call love? Is it just a crush or a crazy whim? Is it a fling or an actual liking? What is this that we call love?
The way your smile captivates me; the flutter of your sparkling eys; the softness of your voice emerges; what is this that we call love?
A daydream of you makes me grin. Knowing I have you in my thoughts, I win. To be inside your thoughts is the grander prize. What is this that we call love?
Not a feeling, not a fling, nor a toy to toss and swing. It's the air we breathe in the winds. What is this that we call love?
Pulses racing, butterflies twitterpating, heartbeats quickening, smiles widening. Creating. Destroying. Caring. Adoring. What is this that we call love?
It's your best friend.
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