What is love?
Is it a feeling that cut so deep?
Or butterflies tickling your feet?
Is it a mist? That fogs up you eyes?
Or a heart that beat twice
To what extent does it take you?
Is there a nostalgia?
Does it drives you insane?
Like a drunken driver in the rain
Or is it a car crash, without pain?
Do you find yourself, window pain?
Melodies in your head
Cuspids arrow ahead
Do you call it a love crime?
Till death do you part
How does that sound?