This Thing Called Love
It plays with my heart
And quarrels with my mind
Plays with my thoughts
Disturbs my soul
... This Thing Called Love
It wraps my words around my finger
And ties my tongue with twine
It seals my cognition in halt motion
Logic is nowhere in sight
...This Thing Called Love
My heart beats in slow race
My words long gone in submissiveness
To the one my heart beats for
I don't know what hits me, but I think
It's... This Thing Called Love
It spins my head
And makes me do things I know not of
Like chasing butterflies at twilight
And watching the moon catwalk in the sky at day time
... This Thing Called Love
This heart speaks a language
Only the intoxicated mouth knows
Intoxicated mouth, intoxicated soul
Drowning in love with blissful glee
... This Thing Called Love
This heart race
Just at the sight of my beloved
This mouth quivers, just at the taste of his sweetness
All because of
... This Thing Called Love
Copyright © Abosede Ogundare | Year Posted 2017
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