Fresher than the spring,
even hotter than July,
is the bloom of new found love.

the butterflies,
the fluttering eyes,
only one person running through your mind.

It's no surprise they call it love.

It's the first date,
the first touch,
the first kiss, or the first hug.
A view at 2 souls intertwined.

What more is there to say?
Inseparable.

It's no surprise they call it love.

A yell; a raise of the voice.
A fear, a tear,
A smash; a loud noise.
A view at 2 souls and their lies.

It's no surprise they call it love.