There is this crazy, confusing thing

That people call "love."

That might make me end up in a wing

Or bless the heavens above

It doesn't make any sense.

Why do I feel this way?

Every time I look at him, I start getting tense.

I always want to confess to him, but I never know what to say.

Love, unfortunately, is blind

To the laws and rules in place.

I try not to give it a piece of mind

But it's hard when I see his face.

Love makes me want to fight;

Makes me want to be his hero.

But I'm afraid he might take flight,

And leave me with a "no."

Why does love have to tease?

Why can't I just be me?

Why must this feel like a disease?

Why can't I just be free?