Love, when I see that special  person that makes your heart skip a beat
Have a boner without touching them, but thinking of them
How they make you happy
...Want to be there for them when they need you

Evol, then you lose them
Make your heart stop, runing out of blood
N Thinking of them pains you
That specle touch is gone
Thinking of them becomes a shamed lust

Love has two sides to it just but flipping it around