What is love?

love is when you on the end of your rope,
and he gets more rope to tie it too.

love is the feeling you get when,
that special someone turns and looks at you.

love is thinking about the worst thing he's done
and still smiling and laughing.

love is the overwhelming since of joy,
that is unecspected and exspected all at once.

love is risking it all for the single,
reason you should hide.

love is the feeling I get when I,
see, hear, or think of you Teddy Bear.

I close my eyes,
and let my thoughts see me from my point of view,
I open my eyes to my thoughts,
and it led me right to you,
and we’re naked to what the mind thinks,
my eyes are close...but these words I see are in fine print,
you see the battle of what I see,
and what my mind does,
it wants to be my eyes so bad it makes these things up,
with my eyes close,
I feel your flesh,
then I taste what’s wet,
then I hear a moan,
I think what’s next is ***,
or maybe not,
just playing sheep with words,
until they both stop.