Why Is It Love

Now I understand why they call it making love And when I say making love I mean creating love Because this is the feeling of being connected as one How is this done, you say Energy flows through our every kiss, touch, and embrace Love can not hide Nor does it try Its never on time More than likely its the last thing on anyone's mind Now I understand why they say you fall in love Even though to me it's similar to a high I know it's something I could never see by looking in the sky Niether is it equiped with knobs to control lows and high's Yet and still, there are lows and highs Like oceans and their tides We can measure our growth by what washes up on shore Let me drown out all the thoughts that make you unsure I was trying buy time, but my heart still got stole Now when we touch I can feel your soul