Stupid Reflections On How It's Fun To Be In Love

Passion rhymes with obsession And when you last expect, It’s him “this”, her “that”… I wanna see him now, I wanna kiss her again, I wanna smell and bite, hold him/her in my arms Oh, how I miss my one all the time of the day, whatever I do or say, everything reminds me the portrait of my desire, the incarnation of love, the only one who could ever make me fly over the clouds, slide onto a bright rainbow, see stars with the eyes closed, fulfill my yearning for clichés my necessity of being silly and not being judged by the world! How delightful it is to be in love, To have butterflies in the stomach, To be envied by others that aren’t To be pure and naïve, and believe “happily ever after” truly exists; To be stupidly cheerful and nuts Instead of bitter and skeptical. It’s better than a shrink or a gym, It makes skin glow and eyes shine At last, when it’s all said and done, It makes one feel like they’re lively alive!