They say that love is beautiful. That when it consumes you, You feel alive. They say that love is wonderful. That when you find it, You will never let it go. They say that love is painful. That misplaced love will Burn you to the core. Well I say that that sounds awfully boring, And I think love is something more. I say that love is a storm. All rapid heart beats And tangled wet hair. Its the taste of lightning And the feel of fire. Its the burning skin And huge grin. It is the feeling of being ALIVE. I say that love is a game of Russian Roulette. Its giving some one a loaded gun And hoping to God That they don't pull the trigger. Its sweating palms And fragile trust, you hope, will grow strong Its fear Oh God you're scared. Scared of the power they wield over you. Its the freedom of a reckless love Of wild desire And chaotic choices. Of crazy laughter And aching tummies. It is the feeling of being wild and FREE. I say that love is rare, and fleeting. Which is why you should never let it go. Its nights under the stars With only the moon to bare witness. Its days under the deep blue sky Where you burn brighter than the sun. Its snow falling And breath showing. Its the feeling of your arms. A desperation to cling to you. And the naive hope That we will last. Its the feeling of forever. Love is YOU.