Love isn’t tenderness it is in his smile,
It isn’t what saves our souls
or what makes the mighty nile.
Love is when your thinking
about everything you’ve done,
Love is when you’ve realized you love him
even when he’s gone.
Love can make you cry,
Love can also make you die.
You can be carless when in love,
And you may look down
on things from above.
Love is tasteful, love is tactful,
love is ignorance, love is bliss.
Love can make you scream with pain,
Scream with happiness again and again.
Hurtful, scornful, doubtful love.
Cruel and sick and evil love.
Love has many ways of being descried,
Each are as amazing as the next that are described.
Love is what makes your heart pound,
Love is also what makes the world go round
