Love is when you get goosebumps thinking about him,
If he needed, you would sacrifice a limb,
You would do anything you could to save his life,
Even if that means ending your own with a gun or a knife.

Love is the pain that leaves you lying breathless on the floor,
Incapacitated by heartache you cannot ignore,
He chose a different door, a better path, than the one you're on,
It's the reason you can't let go even after he's gone.

Love is the lowest low, and it is the highest high,
It enables us to see there is beauty in goodbye,
It's something you can feel yet impossible to hold,
Love knows no boundaries, it consumes the young and the old.

Love is a key able to open every lock,
The only tool that can stop the hands of life's clock,
Love is the only thing I have seen that works this way;
How much you have depends on how much you give away.