you make my heart melt
and then evaporate
let me elaborate
when i see you i get butterflys
so much; i throw up
this means i love you too much
not an obsession
more like an addiction
something only seen in fiction
you can tell me anything
but i wont listen
i use to say life's not fair
but now your here
and its too good to be true
i finally found you
like you were the olive branch
and i was the dove
call it true love