I will not use the L-word, I simply will not.
For there must be another word for it, there simply must be.
Passion.
Well, you can have passion for earthworms never mind people,
and you can't marry a worm.
Hmmm,
Desire.
No, no
desire won't do.
I can desire a new coat of paint for my room.
I don't want to marry my paint.
Marriage.
Nope, marriages can sometimes be too... shallow.
Lately they seem to be, anyways.
How about,
infatuation?
I don't think so.
I was once infatuated with Edward Cullen. And then Adam Lambert.
Infatuation doesn't last long.
Umm... hm.
A feeling.
That seems somewhat right.
But it doesn't seem right,
for how can you compare the L-word with a feeling
when a feeling could be nothing more than a tiny flash of guilt or a speckle of sadness,
Love is so strong!
I give up not saying the word.
Love love love love love
How would you describe it?