Love
I love, love
I think the feeling of being loved
The warm happy feeling that clouds the bad things and makes everything good
I love the way each time i feel a strange feeling
Not like butterflies
But flying for the first time
like anxiety for being brave enough to ask your crush

No the realization that that special someone has loved you back just as much
Has noticed you and was scared
Has thought about
Has seen you

I love the love I see in movies wishing it was that simple
Wishing it was just a companion thing
But no it's more it's a marathon
You work for it and you try hard
It's no Cupid's arrow he throws
It's dedication and trust and not being scared...

So I wonder when I'm going to be brave..but I'm to scared to love so I'll wait on the sidelines
In the park
At the trail
And across the street
For when I find the one
For when I can be brave
And when I'll actually talk
And not be afraid..