Love is no longer a warm room It’s more of a fridge. Once hot and steamy Now cold and wet.
Some might say That, love is, just an emotion A chemical process A biological fact
And… They’re right However, to us It is so much more And so less
Love can be higher than life The light in a never-ending tunnel The fire in a sealed jar The warmth in a concrete cell
Love is hearing your name through her voice It’s knowing the truth and being happy with it The inspiring feeling, pushing you further and further It’s the silence in your head, because it’s too busy with thinking about her