Why write of love
When I am not yet sure
If I believe
Is a heart racing to no end
Mean you are in love
Because I am not sure
Does not lust
Cause a heart to race the same
So then are lust and love
One in the same
I am not so sure
But yet my pen indents the paper
And then my fingers hit the keys
Is my subconscious
Trying to tell me something
Should I believe in love
Even if I am unsure if it really exists
Past a fleeting sense
Should I write of love
When each strike of my pen
Feels like a betrayal
To my logical side
Love if you are real
I mean really alive and real
Please find me sometime
And stay a while
I want to know you personally
I want to start as friends
And then one day
Really look at you
And fall into your eyes
As we fumble together
In this rollercoaster ride
Love be real!
And then
Please answer me
When you have time