Love is a burning desire,
That makes your heart light on fire,
Love is being with you,
Someone saying I love you too,
Love is your tender kiss,
Something you don't want to miss,
Love is you and me,And that is all I see.
and you will never understandwhat pain really isuntil you have lost it.
To be in love is merely to beIn a state of perpetual anesthesia:
To mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek godOr an ordinary young woman for a goddess.
I love thee, I love but theeWith a love that shall not dieTill the sun grows coldAnd the stars grow old.