Love is not something you can see, 

it's a feeling a warmth, comfort, and has a soft feel to it, 

the brain ceases to function, you start to feel butterflies in your stomach, 

You can hear the trumpets growing louder, 

as you’re heart also grows louder, 

to where you can’t hear you’re thought, 

it’s them it's only them and you know it, 

There's a fragrance in the air its not her perfume but the heart smoking out, 

it clouds you but doesn’t hurt you, 

its kind and gentle yet surrounds you, 

Love makes you wanna burst out and run a marathon, 

it gives a feeling of energy, 

your move inside and want to burst out to do something, 

you just can’t wait to move, 

Love knows no end and is something that’s beautiful, 

And still you can’t see it or touch it,

as if it isn’t real but you know it when you feel it,

Strange isn't it, how beautiful it is.