What's love? It's something to really think about

The description of love is rather odd 

sweaty palms, heart racing, someone's face and name always on your mental

That could drive someone crazy, stuck in a cycle of one feeling and one person's portrait 

Is that why, when you fall out the seat call love and you see that someone, your mood shifts?

Instead of a warm, poetry setting, now it's cold, dark, dead. Or it's fiery red, steaming, a boiling pot of tension.

Love can get trapped in a world you were the creator of but, forgot the clock. 

Time passes by, one week to two weeks then two months soon two years And why?

Because of a feeling in the middle of your chest,where a little thing the size of your fist skips a quarter note in its melody.