Like the blood rushing in my arteries,
Like the blue in my veins,
Like the way I speak of hope,
But like the way I lie in shame.

It's like the way I try to speak,
But no words ever come out.
It's much like a whisper,
But more of a shout.

Love is like a living thing,
That crawls within your heart.
It can turn you into a demon,
Or maybe a piece of art.

I only know what it's like,
But don't know what it is.
Whoever can define
A word such as this?

If love shall fall,
Then I shall cry.
If love shall end,
Well then so shall I.